Auto-da-fĂŠ Instants, hours, days and dawns Dance to the laughter of the passing year. Partnered by the moon and sun Real things exit, real things come: Sunlight gilds wind-enchanted leaves. Minutes, sunsets, months and seasons Forge memory's bright tools from dreams. A future, self-conceived, redeems The emerald echoes of its past By knocking on the only door there is: Leafless branches frame cloud-entangled trees. Seconds, decades, centuries and eons Spin even atoms into swirls of dust. All planets begin as densities in flux Each night is blacker than the next Until obsidian centers flare sapphire To blaze the scattered foliage of protosuns Into jewels of self-consuming fire.