you will burn.
do not flinch.

you will feel things for which
your native tongue lacks a name.

some call it assault,
others melancholia.

still, others moan
with all of their beings

into dripping black
stygian caves, doleo.

you will fall.
do not scream.

do not admit your language
has a term for fear.

become the Latin igniō:
the Hindu fire-god Agni.

combust you pain,
ignite your longing;

soar without remorse
into the blazing catacombs of the sun.