Oh my god, I need therapy after this piece. You already are the master of description and this can't get any more vivid my dear. You have actually turned this creepy prompt to a distinguished poem. That last block was just WoW. I might have gone far with my analysis while reading, but as though you have penned some philosophy up there over one's' fears and actions' repercussions. And then again there was this sense of surrender, the end of the tunnel where you know where you're at now.

Earlier, I have, as usually went away with your Neruda's touches, I loved this verse too much:

the settling sun
drapes herself
with a thicket
of clouds,
so you light
yourself on
fire.

^ <3 Mark