Sacred Substance

I can feel that distant bond with spheric energy that determines my life proceed that I follow the currents that stimulate significance within my insignificant fragment of the larger. My senses plugged into an endlessly pregnant womb constantly conceiving new parallels between dreams and realities I grow with the pulse of purpose That tutors my hungry soul. A bottomless vessel of nerves absorbing the globe lapping the cream of sentience and sipping static, to slake the sixth saturating it with lessons learned. I absorb the sacred substance of limited time A chance to experience an eternity of emotion and all the degrees between the rapture at the highest peak of jubilation and the rapture at the lowest hollow of lament because to be human is to be spiritual.