Magnificence Can only Laugh

My glory does not go flush with anything you covet or understand. Battalions of soldiers can make the ground drink blood for years without so much as having obtained the direction of my golden verve. A honeycomb's drizzle would only make it bitter. There exists a savor so unmatched that a tongue would abandon language to make sense of its alien property; after the taste of which, speech becomes a hideous lie. Unlock all of your vaults and lift every emergency floor board. The sum is not enough for consultation let alone purchase. Fire is the only answer to provincial contamination. All the day long I am bitten with smallness. Miniature cannon fodder. Remove my bandages and you will see the bruising your fragmented vanity has wrought upon my skin. The graves of men who have improvised the second hand of a clock to joust with eternity number in the billions. Show me the wise. Drag in the magi. Sequester the most potent seer. Make contact with every lodge of scholarship, and send for their premier. I will make fools of them all. I will spin them terribly and make them trade places with babes. They will be in the stead of farm hands. There is a type of division that makes two things out of one. Then there is another type of division that makes a high thing low, and a mystery the threshold of perfection. I know the dreams of spiders, and I will be instructed by a man who can not decipher the thoughts of those in his own household? Tell me what great truth that has come to you by way of parchment. Then I will show you the back alleyways of unobservable cosmos. Join each library to the next, and you could not make a city, but you will improve upon my council? Your dalliance with Sophia is unrequited. She does not regard your love letters, nor is she charmed by your roses. She is my concubine, not sufficient to wife. Still your mind. Let the contents of your schooling settle to the bottom, and perhaps I will send an angel to trouble the water.