Thine Sempiternal Fervour

Thine Sempiternal Fervour

Like Odysseus, I navigate an indomitable sea;
No siren, no storm, shall founder my vessel nor my quest in reverie.
Even the Leviathan beneath the abyss shall not founder my vessel nor my dreams,
For my celestial calling is transcendent and divine.

So hungry for gnosis, bright array,
That I could eat through osmosis, devour a library in metamorphosis.
For every day is my sun on a cold morning.
A bittersweet, deafening silence whispered to my soul, ardent—To transcend, not merely to pursue, but to ascend.

The synecdoche "all hands on deck"—by me and myself,
I stand resurrect.

-Abbevangel