Chronic Affliction of Thought

i feel the coast of my convictions burn to violet glass
the sword of sunset on the sky shattered by coming night
the stars like teardrops in the heavens blurring what will pass
when the sun and I find our way home and set this painting right.
an irony flaming like ice does spread beneath my skin,
the clay shards of my reason come to think that they are whole
i ask, will nothing come to tempt this rankled stain within
it thirsts, an angry idol, for the child in my soul.