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 falsity
Erect an estate atop an ice cap
The most salient bridges can also lead to fleeting ventures.
"My second self, my trusted friend."
Cicero would pale in comparison to your teachings.