Relic Rebel

This the rain. This the fire. This sunshine blinds.
This stale breeze. This thunder. This frightened lightning.
This unimaginative impulse. This longing for intimacy denied.
This dragging of self. This unrecognized pain masking as joy. This heart
Dripping like squeezed produce. This bouncing off redemption rebellion
As last rites. This fixed fate. This destiny doomed. This awakening. This life.