the poet in this story says that if you press smoke and ash and the haze of death into my hand in your immoral ideas and deep horrible ignorant view of existence, then I have a duty to prove to you that there is a higher being than us and to show you my morally intact hand. (fire is the purifying element in these verses) as a healer, I heal your suffering and your ignorance by turning your poison of death into the medicine of my spiritual path and existence, something for my heart that burns like fire for love. the incomprehensible power is the liquid of your healing, in your worldview and opinion where deepest ignorance reigns. we are your healers the liquid is our blood, so like the wise kings from Gorgan and great Wise guardian of firehalls