Vision of Lemon

A looming bright yellow sun fills my view, the flames crackling noisily, with a burning roar.  The yellow brightens and deepns to gold and rays shoot out of me, consuming me, using me as fuel.  The sensation billows through every vein, every muscle, all my sinews and bones until all I am is pure nuclear combustion.  Then, I explode.  And I am nothing but ash and cinders…and a single spark.