Or do I?

I know now
Where my mind's at
Where art thou?-
I'm in combat.
Between so bad
And so good that 
The contrast
Is like the ground met
The clouds, when
All that surrounds ends
And the ocean turns
Upside down again
The fire burns
Right-side up again
The coals fend
For themselves
They mend
Where they're bred
Where they dwell
Nay heaven
Nor hell
But a haven
Is where they fell
Contemplating
When to melt
Or instead
Whether to meld
To build
Itself a guild
To mold
Itself a hold
Grab the hilt
Made of gold
Conquer
Before too old
Quiescent 
Yet so bold
Flat
Invisible folds
Hidden warm
In the actual cold.