Now

A collection of valiant philosophies fornicate my cranium Philosophies that mere earthlings fail to fathom This desire to birth from such a complex asylum A power not of the world of which you and I speak Neither comparison nor ability can be measured One can try but his efforts shall equate to nothingness Man may take from it what he wants if he must Although the return will be of a much lesser degree Patience is but a fallacy Now is a gift that shan’t compose contrition