They are those who slumber while I endure,

Attentive and observant to the evermore cosmos.

Remaining oblivious to the wisdom

Encompassing their heavenly body, they war.

I inspect, silent, tranquil,

Longing to respond intently to the awaited acknowledgement,

I wait, patiently, to elucidate.

The once ignorant divine have transcended into enlightened souls.

Able to manifest any fabrication of reality, they imagine.

I myself become lost in a nonexistent realm of bewilderment, surrounded by disorientation, perplexity formed.

Attempting to come to grips with actuality, I descend into insanity experiencing madness as well as hallucination.

With a final struggle of stabilizing balance and soundness I subsequently obtain lucidity.

As the test of time I am placed in progresses, I encounter all that is absolute surrounding me.

The beauty of nature has become overwhelming.

Rivers of wisdom flow in all directions: to be united as a thorough truth.

Love redirects me to my prolonged path of insight.

Succeeding procrastination, I reach a relieving consciousness, finally able to rest.

A rude awakening comes about me as crisis comes near.

Darkness: dwindling in purity as the sun subsides.

Mystic signals unheeded.

Divine: all just and all merciful, impossible.

Witness to fate: decides not.

Time has lost relevance, although not for the first time.

Destiny couples with choice, havoc.

Moments pass, abyss.

Final cognition,

Bliss