I am wreathed in flame and I know not why, or how it got so furious.
Fighting myself on all fronts, and it's not an enemy I can identify.
My imagination runs wild without regard for my current horrid plight
and though my eyes be open, consumed in fire, all I see is darkness.
The pure strength and nature of this battle causes me to be curious:
Since when has it ever been appropriate for me to judge or quantify?
My own action both defensively and offensively have been for naught,
since each movement in this complete void makes existence fruitless.