What fire doesn’t burn more hotly confined
Winds of regret yet to be engorging it
What storm doesn’t rage more earnestly depressed
Tears of neglect undammed
Is this entropic prison but imagined?
Questions like keys unlock pathways out
Were she brave enough and foolish enough to leave
The brink is sought by the injured
What else but war summons sleepless demons
Writing furiously to let their battles be known
Blind repulsion he would sacrifice all
To crown himself one lonely champion
Suffering none for all suffering is his
Drumbeating dreams of some moments’ glories
Propelling violently fleeting ignorance of limitation
Are these energies siphoned vainly
Or these chains our bitter roots
Must growth follow fire and storm
No sea bottomless or dive unending
Each new discovered contour of their soul’s map
Treasured guide through deserts of desire
Dawn’s promise what victory never can gain
Only time and relentless questions
Asked answered asked anew and again
For these champions of suffering who decide
and desire to suffer Champions
