Grip and breathe

The anticipation is almost as great as the act. Crowds of nerve endings carry the news holding up their arms and humming lines of sacred song. When all the speakers join the message blasting their doctrine from internal ramparts laying fires under endocrine altars and preparing the skin for glory. A collection of faithful cells willing you to bestow your grace with heady hands on vessel gates and none left not enthralled by the gathering harmonic. Clear our throats let us sing the rapture.