I've been so many times so many places;
Struggled my wings amidst convulsing flames
And dreary rays of scintillating searchlights
Always on hunting to undress till bones.
I've been so many ghastly bogey crossroads
With wings on fire, leaving bridges fall
In crepuscule of detritus attire;
Until through the decades of gorging mire
Under the radiance of cosmic waves I went
To overthrow the previous contempt
And live, and love, at last being entire.
Blazed at new day, however torn and gored,
I stand refurbished: burned but not destroyed.