Degrees of resistance equivalent roughly, regardless of altitude; between lighting a poorly thought-out-flame-and, the mechanism of a failing measure.
Can see the tactical data spilling clearly before me, regardless of any ‘permissible’ emotional compromise. Indulge the familiar habits for pleasure; in lieu of destruction.
Tenant of a madness the like-inflicted pray to be divinity.
Witness though primarily, to beauty and light; seemingly indistinguishable. The want to sing for joy, of love that the bitter dismiss as folly.
I can’t be The Devil they claim I am, if ’midst the dark I feel the love compelling; not yet mine but somewhere else, I too do hope to share.