Blank page, work your wonder!
Pull me from my pondering
Tear the guts from out of me
Make a considered feast of the tales of entrails
Harvest what has long been growing in fertile soul
Each time I come to you
Record what my face does not expose
Make me feel again in subtle strokes
Sift the sediments of my sentiments
Show me who I am
Mirror opaque, I see now your reflection:
Greatly blessed it’s clear you are
Although distracted by thoughts afar
Well-fed, well-clothed, and at ease,
Still you toss upon the seas
Fury drives you from underneath
Lusty blows you wait for sword in sheath
As fighting stirs your blood and spirit
Calmness pleases you once you quit it
You search and seek and never tire
A questing mind fueled by desire
But make up your mind before the night gets late
Goals sharpen your aim and decrease your wait
For as much as you drift and dally and digress
You’d be less lonely further ahead with the rest
The power of the expansion of your mind
Requires the effort of an uphill climb
As you were told let it guide your mind’s fitness:
“Every step takes you closer to Mount Olympus”
Gods and Goddesses know what it means to never die
But you’ve yet to prove eternity beyond a lie
So slow it down and speed the pace
And when you do anticipate
For if you stretch the length of Reason
You’ll make seconds epochs and minutes aeons
And if and when you memorize all your roles
Remember to forget and be your Soul
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