Sanguine and sorted, deserved of a long rest away from cabinet who traverse and converse in burden, upset and aggravated assault. Bought by the good pleasure of God’s willing wisdom. Akin to house thief gone rogue finding secret avenues and purchases with the honest wages of truth and noncompliance. Travelling between the ramparts of a Holy Tower and Strong Castle Keep finding destiny in protective eyes the size of grand mugged saucers in the selectees of Sovereign Corps. My broken past and weakened longing for longevity provide precise escape from the certainty and expectation of legacy, destiny and trials ad infinitem. Freedom no longer an absence of thought but rather the subsequent shed burdens and untamed acquisition of the branded pirate I had become.

This not being about faux pas or false hope inclines my mind to pursuits beyond coventry and its garden greens on to other means and expectations beyond the eternal horizons of tomorrow. What lay in rivers without end or wandered plains with the balsam woods aside them? How limited has this imagination been defined that even those of previously declared superior mind may never consider nor find understanding in explanation? How briefly set as cattle rodeoed across the open ranges of yesteryear’s round-up did we live in such small spaces thinking ourselves privy and Frontier’s conqueror?

Ashen and august stained impure waiting for the calculus to function in redress of all that’s found upsetting. Disinclined ascent into the realm of something I cannot whisper that may only be shouted with clarity and strength of mind, heart and lung capacity. Here comes the dawn of man’s gifting yet realized. As most traipse the sodden plain in search of odd measure in scarcity. The Plenty of provision’s unending meet the unfillable stomach of man’s slaked depravity knowing that one may never provide for the other. Divergent roads appearing parallel yet off by one degree departure broadening to loss of sight off somewhere in the coming days of transformation. One will be that which it could never become the other craving and demanding change but finding it absent in man’s tool bag. Where have we shaken the folly or found stupidity’s siren call?

Perhaps when that day’s light comes we will all see with the clarity of Omniscience?