Ah, again ... you'll hear it again.

You've heard it before.

But not like this.

Inside, something ignites.

Whatever spark, whatever ember from the outside world

Landed in me, and lit ... I don't know.

But it will rest no longer.

At once, it is an entity, and a part of my being.

It does not care where I've been.

Who I am.

Who I love.

It knows but one word.

And that word cannot be uttered.

For were it,

It would not be some spurt of air,

Cast forth each day like penny-breezes.

Rather ...

Torrent of red, blinding, eternal fire.

... Cannot explain ...

Cannot describe ...

With mere words this ... feeling

This ... conviction ...

Which holds me grounded in great earth roots,

Binds me with wisdom.

For it knows, and knows forever

That innocence, that righteousness,

Disguised as childish weakness,

Are the greatest strengths a mere mortal can know ...

... And to hold in fierce fury this fiery right,

Is to keep intense and forever the good that is me.