I’ve been hand picked…

Pulled from a life of trivial strife.

Confusion and dissolution are not meant to quench

My fire…

My desire burns away

Those who would draw near

For they fear what they cannot control…

But fear cannot control me

For I have come though the kiln…

Broken and unbreakable

And isolated for a purpose,

my surface is not marred by a careless grip.

So I burn eternally

Isolated.