Scratchy, Parched and Dry

I am the fire, the light energy and bright matter.

I am a spark, a burning ember of temporary flame. 

That sun hath spat this Earth, and this Earth hath spat me, and I am these fifteen seconds of hot sex in those billions of years now gone ablaze.

I am crackling carbon, dimming, ashen dust.

Nothing less is in me, nothing more around or about me.

My reflection is smoke and mirror.

I'm the non-knowing pile of hot, then cooled to cinder rock.