Fission, Fusion, Lasting

The sun indicates satisfaction
by staring at the ground
boring a general hole
in any treetop frown.

Stare not back.
The power imbalance
will cost retinally
any stubborn I.

Dare not to outlast;
temporariness is the lot
of even stars, odds on.
The mortal coil ripples.

Haze denies clarity
while saving skins.
Blue goes gray
over stresses.

Tightness? Leave that
to screws. Loose lips
prevent nuclear war
and bring ships together.