Convergence of stimuli, thoughts competing, jostling for primary position in neuro conductivity. The conductor mitochondria forging its way across cell topography in deliver and receipt. All designed for orderly process of matter and data intra and extra organ, tissue or receptor. To the thinker, behind the green curtain works that cause a pause of momentary scramble for words, energy and breath.

Deprived sensors beg for input of a greater flavor or potential. Dumbed down by lackadaisical pursuit or overstimulation they struggle to get up in lethargy or fear of experiential electrification. Hide, we must conceal ourselves, shut down systems, clog pathways, throw the furniture of fear and doubt at the process in order to avoid incoming. What is the sound, trumpets, clamor, the trembling’s of heaven’s bells and the lyrical potency of Angels with a rushing as the crashing waves upon Olympus?

Awakened, enlarged, engrossed in the signal of a lifetime, only to find ourselves keening, teaming, lurching, stretching for determination at its passing. What escaped, what have we missed, nothing else matters now that the program key has been initiated, but we missed its transmission. Oh, my wicked disobedient heart to think, for a moment, if there were a moment to which all should be inclined, attuned, registered, now that pica seconds passes, excluding, impaling, defining my eternity in its passing.

Nothing else Matters, but awaiting the Voice of Almighty God.