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.