These memoirs are hardly for me, since today I am as unlearned in present tasks as I was years ago. When dreams clouded reality and much of that reality was truth only then. And as dreams solidify, truth comes forward offering new challenges. Then finally the dreamer turns to dust, and someone new is born.
Pure energy, as such drive is nature only fathoms when it’s loosed her storms! And when I wake, these tasks churn in my image of a cauldron where those many tasks boil, churning without a once direction of their own to bother me.
Now I am the chef, of said many challenges, and a mage for who composes pace and melody for her felicitous roe between life and laziness.
My vision sees beyond its own horizon, searching always to find when I was tall enough, a world beyond and that which I’ve come to favor. And so I’ve breached my state of vanity, and slandered my birthplace as lower than my birthright anon. Alas, I have named this world after thee, too knowing for my love you have earned such equal vanity and so rests mine love.
I’ll let alone, meanwhile, those who would be silent, but cannot linger as above all and pretend to be otherwise…this someone else too wise to fake. For no one founded can be considered worthy of such unfairness. For it’s our loyalty to ourselves to which we’ve been given these gifts, crawling like gilded steel upon the blacksmith’s arm.
And finally we can appreciate out goal to be this declaration, of a fortuitous self discovery.
