A Guide

What purpose served in being rational
concerning fires I can't govern
Substance of a love ephemeral
that I cannot defend or face.

I bend to breaking, seek completion
but cannot bear the scrutiny
of those my madness would discomfit
or of you, my soul's sweet solace.

With no other viable compass
than that which pulls me from a distance
only living when exploding
consume my self in my desire.

Otherwise enduring living
as inert idolatrous matter
with no catalytic moments
I fear that I too soon recover.