I am madness, sanity. Obsessed,
wildness and wiseness entwined.
I am concealment, honesty. Secretive,
identification and definition mystified.
I am invention, reality. Solitary, my
perception, my belief, my reality – my own.
I am sorcerer, poet. Magus, ’til death
proclaims me poet, immortal, my muse.
I am darkness, light. In darkness, my
thunder whispers; in light, my silence
screams. An I who mine is for the courage
no other to be, nor did I other become.