Every picture is worth a thousand broken utterances
Strewn and sewn in grotesque form
Assist us in the make-up of our meaning.
Strokes of genius stoke the flames of devotion
Friction between warring extremes sparks the wick of the candle
Exchanges under a searing gaze
Set fortune adrift amidst a fine haze.
Death throws be damned,
I romanticize the descent
Knowing fully that to go down in a "blaze of glory"
Is to wink out before the finale
Although the spark is the martyr to the flame
I shy not from the pyre's depths
Tossing and turning with the loss of a Connection
The Anima of the Ideal will never be mine.
The "ideal ally" will never be "you"
Building with falsit...