I am fuel to my plan
adopted by intention
the sole bell-ringer
of an endless graveyard
the deafening quiet
and the mile-wide echo
the steps before me
and the crumbling staircase

I am the view
and my reflection in the glass
a belt full of shooting stars
strangling the Earth
the medley of every feeling
reduced to one note
I am the ring
and the bell
until I get what I want