Analysis of "in recite of you" a poem in free verse

With you willing mind,
black and bruised,
in the wooden fire,
I light the fuse,
to care with the leaves,
in the wooden paths,
burnt in the tree,
in the myths of me.
When she is the reason?
Blame,
I burnt alive inside the caring name.
Elders live with the shame.
In the wooden fire,
I like within you.
In the wooden fire,
I would like to lose,
to do the faint reason,
of the shreds that you abuse.
Cares alive,
I stand aside,
to read your mind,
as I burn the tree.
Embers awoke,
in the realm of your shame.
Black and blue,
they flow through you,
as you live his pain.
In the many scenes,
of the strain,
of his memory,
of which you care to leave,
thou shall recite.

I like within you,
to do the faint reason