I wished to be God and soared toward the stars,
Ever growing—separate, yet one with all.
Passion is my virtue, and light is my cause,
My mind is chaos, my body tempered in flame.
I tasted the rose, and my fingers bled,
Crystallized reality, and dove beneath its waters.
I am the eye of the storm,
The winds have found me.
In scripture, I revel; in life, I ascend.