Our Endowment

The ascending eos vibrates in my ocularry portals
as visual melodies papitate against the surface of my quintessence.
I rouse to the viability of the emanate potential born this hour.
I perceive the global tidings of irrevocable and forgotten fidelity.
The evaporated substances of the collective psyche in deity incarnate.
I intuit the perspicacity of providence; the tangibility of experience as it
manipulates my perception.
I ascend the zenith of heodnic prudence as I become stimulated by enlightened
intellect:
To reconcile the collective apparition of the future to lewd prophecies of death,
dissolution, trepidation, and mendicity is immoral.
To acquiesce atrophy as our endowment would be the most flagrant default of
mortal aspiration .
It is a desecration of virtue, a sin against the Spirit to ignore the fertility
of the present moment.
Let it be a mandate upon mankind to cease its folly and claim its right
in the penetrating fields of free thought, climaxing in the utopic song of internal
revolution and manifesting through the birth of the idealogical reality of dawn,
the sensual proclamation of perpetuation.