The Fascination Construct

Spinning, spinning, spinning.
My head encompasses the circumference of many world
and moons.
Entire civilizations exist within the folds of cerebrum.
Wars are no more than small, charged neurons that vanish faster than
a speeding semi or a final breath.
The neuron has one goal and focuses solely on the accomplishment of it
oblivious to the paths of other neurons. Only focusing on the path already laid
before
by previous neurons. They have already made the
connection. History repeats itself.

Dreams, then. What are dreams?
Nothing but figmentations of an idle imagination.
Fight or flight, most stay knee-deep in mud while never looking at the sky
to see what might have been.
You can change, you are a thinker.
There is a brain in your head that possesses a magnificent universe of knowledge
if you only would use it.
Do not let that intelligence fade to a dull roar. Let it pound, let is scream, let it
laugh so hard your head spins. Live. Let that knowledge fuel you because
when you are there, nothing can stop you.
No one can possibly know as much as you because you are incredible.
A touch of divine.
Let that spark grow and grow to the point where it burns you
and you have to fly.

Coals are the hottest part of the fire, let your fire burn
hotter than another person's coals. Work hard so that as your fire begins to slow,
your coals will burn brighter than anything you have ever done.
The beginning of the end is a zealous time.
You want to experience everything before it is burned forever,
let it. It becomes a part of you and burns at your side.

Spread your flaming wings until your feet are freed of dirt and grime and you look to the
blue above.
Wash your heels in the water of clouds and then dry them in the sun.
Why read Utopia when you can find your own above the Redwoods and Twin Towers?
Because everything is transient. Everything except
your soul.
If your soul does not burn, then it will simply be the gray, stationary asbestos
that watches the world fall to pieces and yet cannot lend a helping hand because it did not
so many times in the past.
Allow yourself to be touched by the sun, the clouds, and even the mud.
Let it all become you and make you into who you were destined to be. Do not censor that which you do not understand because it could be what allows you to create the perfect life.

The best part is this living is different for everyone
there is a different canvas, different mediums, and different logs for each person.
And yet, we are all artists.