Ye Shall Be Summoned

When the hour of pure clarity is born within, you must race to life’s bosom and suck. Like the deadliest mamba snake, you must strike with intense ferocity, sinking your venomous fangs into that fleshy orb. Your knees will buckle, as your tongue laps upon the milk of true contentment. The mask of relentless reflection will slip from your face and shatter upon the floor. You will hear angelic voices singing of a rich inner kingdom as your spirit descends into quiet oblivion like water. You eyes will roll into the back of your skull, while a throbbing deep within your aging heart will comfort and guide you through this good life.