Retrospect unto Present Condition

I remember such vanity, such passion, a laughing soul. But
I ignored the ransom, thus the death, a wailing sky. My
Sore affliction, I perish motion—dying step to step.
Something so precious, a fire soul, such contrition. I
Imagine deep confliction—athirst the arête. My desperate
Answer, trek eternal. Indeed, capture liberty, adrift a
Silent storm. Such a detriment: such self-hatred: and I
Arise, a callous imposition. My first ecstasy, a crying dove,
And we soared infinity. Indeed, flame freedom, my love:
For harsh the breakdown. I die a daily death, alive, my
Nib. Thus, I wrestle justice, my core confliction. And
I want to know—a precious love—a treasure beyond
Darkness—for blood, a faucet drip—such controversy.
And pain, an intimate friend, my closest joy.