You are a synoptic case
my energetic friend.
Contained to work in that
tube of illumination, potential
for terrible events. Released,
damage can be done,
but contained, dully you flicker
melting all around you at the
Tick of a clock. Potential
is what you own,
but once your great companion rises,
you have lost purpose and
with a blow of the will,
you perish until re-ignition.
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