A martyr merely brands as true a lifelong fight;
For fire singed each dawning day,
He died each night.

I do not write,
I only play;
God will resolve the dissonance
Someday.

Today's triumph,
Tomorrow's fight.
Dark longings soon will luminate
Delight.

Each hot desire,
Cold as rock,
Becomes a stair to doors I find
Unlocked.

See not to taste?
No, taste to see...
Old poison is a potion now
That frees.