Supernova

The heat and radiation confronts the frustration our sun grows bright and the fire dims right the people stare and wait scared for there lives "great" others don't worry about it smoke a joint and say "doubt it" I sit here in my room, A/C on cold as ice and write an con continue my novel or guitar riff as others stare at the sun so stiff but as the last second nears and the people lose some fears the sun goes over the horizon while the people sigh at the Vizion and then I go outside knowing I knew something big was growing then the sky made a silent sound as the earth made the cold ground "the calm before the storm" I said "not this false start again- again" I was wrong and the sky filled the coda and the last thing we said was "supernova"