I defy in an upward direction, radical metal shredding sunblaze defiance, a nuclear nihilism.

I’ve fought so long against this, the snowfall dampening of wonder, flakes of the ivory shroud covering all.I would rage at grey skies, cursing gods perched on frozen cliffs, pondering stone gargoyles, indifferent to all this.

But now I’m here, raw and atomic, kicking wild and vitalizing it. I’m mesmermized by the bomb, how it ends all sentences, and explodes all skies. I’m taken by the grace and devestation; I’m thrilled by my fear of it.

When I choke the breath that fuels the contempt, will it liberate or simply conclude? With fingers on buttons, what is there left to lose?