Punishing the madness of fury

I wake up with a fury.
A furry of desire.
Maybe?
Maybe not!
And I moved ahead one last step. . .
after.
Before - the world changed.
What comes after;
the moment I - began to affect outcomes
of a morality.

I offer no excuses.

I can afford to offer - myself.

Some time ago,
when language became
what I become.

That surface of autonomy illustrating
how.
How much effort.
How the idea.
Why the fury.

The - fury.