Oracular Flames

The Dipper loomed straight up above
A column of campfire smoke...
In dead calm almost unheard of
By not making the camper choke,
Since wind that night was next to nil
Blowing not upon the embers,
Which nevertheless fought the chill
That midnight always remembers...
Connected as it ever was
To absolute cold infinity...
And the pulse of its cosmic buzz,
Intrinsic to humanity...
As a strange zenith pot or pan
Spilling fate...on double helix man!