No.
basking in human godship
due to your doubt,
never can I be esnared.
for what good is an ice cube
to the magnitude of the sun?
have you consummated
self assuredly
such pride in aloofness?
facetiously with kin
brooding on,
in a bed of fear.
a manifestation
that cannot be
good news to hear.
drugged with wanting
the scare of freedom,
not wanting
the sacred touch of oblivion.