Words and Life Ephemeral

I render these scripts nightly
Hoping for, aspiring to, dreaming of
That moment when all characters
Words, metrics, and device form
Carried page to page by
Crisp, biting cadence
And any doubt as to their
Permanence or resiliency
Is overwhelmed by the impression
Of finally capturing
The deepest, most expressionless
Human conditions and sensations
Within a lattice of crystalline truths
Adroitly composed of a lexicon
Whose constituent symbology
Stirs both consciousness and heart
Never ceasing to entice by a fiery aesthetic
That burns our wicker souls to ash
So that we may be swept in the thermal winds
That rush through the incandescent theatre
Of mankind's brilliant enlightenment.