It is okay with me if you rush inside, away from the tribes too drunk to attend to night fires they set burn but could not transcend.
If you hide now, in time you’ll both collide and your mind, burning outrightly, will lend glow, kindling from ash embers ablaze.
I have no doubt that you, in time, will raise sparks fly so high, too hot to comprehend. But now, take time to master your wild-eyed gaze.