blazing set of sun

sunset are no ordinary phenomenon

no, it's not just a blazing sundown at the western horizon of the Pacific ocean

the immensity of this plane of liquid stainless steel,

without pretense, presents inconceivable volumes of matter

the line of horizon, the uttermost extreme end toward infinity 

where sky blue

meets ocean line

is become a red orange fire vertical

an upended curtain of atmosphere whose ignition reached critical mass

from our own descending sun whose spherical orb, its essence

has ruptured like a megalogigantistic orange paint ball

it exudes and spills across the concave shell of transparent sky

oozing its molten wax panoramically from west's north to its southern end's

veins of yellow stream, feathery, fluidly moving imperceptibly to my awed eye

but for the tranquility, the utter quiet, the breezeless air

save for the muffled sound of surf below

i indulge myself to imaginative release and plunge my psyche to become of 

a hapless native whose understanding of nature's phenomenon is mythical

with a feel artistic intrigue i drop my understanding reason to the ground

to enjoy the moment's fullness for the feel,

a hair trigger impulse of anxiety

as if the sky itself will burst into flames 

akin to a Polynesian volcanic eruption

but no heat hits my face's skin, 

no pyrotechnic blast ensues

the ball of sun does not bounce off the salt water vast

no boiling bubbling cataclysmal apocalypse from the deep

the center of the molten curtain

the orb that caused this splendid sunset scene

is putting himself to sleep and in the morning rise

on the opposite eastern forested mountain side