Summoning

 
Summon the swell of a predatory instinct, the primal thirst for all knowledge
Surging to mount a wild beast, the reigns must be wielded with care

One is the tongue of the infinite

Lifting up beyond the ordinary and reeling in haste when necessary
The calculations rise as swift as a tide

So let it be said that I am a drunk, let it be said that I am utterly lost
Imbibed in the laughter of perception

Cognitive wandering in the dreams of all time, where ideas become great architecture

Vast plots of knowledge and machinations of an intricate nature reveal vibrations of a complex nurture, abounding in frolic as they speak, lambent as they dance to the fuels of desire

Let the pyres of mind rise to the highest and most innate understandings of eternity and then let them crumble into forgotten memories to be lost in the ashes and tears of a pauper

A dim memory succeeds the last, as dying embers they fade and through the trace of its chain a consciousness will begin to flourish

Take my words as the reigns…

Take them, grip tight and be brave…