And still you stay the only one
Whose eye, if caught, I'd dote upon
Whose heart, once sought, spins so undone
And ever on and on
For you know the cracks in my foundation
Like rain
Like the ice which stretches me ever more
In the winters of my madness
In the depths of my delusion
You madden and soothe
You drive and pause
Your sparks so wildly light new fires
Yet never vain in their eruption
Bits of ash and heat and light
There is always higher, they say
Crackling like miniature thunder claps
Never louder than your joy
Never more captivating than your freedom
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