(To things we can never foresee)

Assuaging courage which in shreds
Cling to the crevices of my brain
I seek not to fear outcome of adventure
That creeps surreptitiously under my skin

Like a shrinking abyss in my core
My existence rebels my thoughts
But they seem to get the better of me
Refusing my pleas for emancipation

Irresistibly sprawling my conscience
My need to own intelligence completely
Surrendering to it, unequivocally
Capturing the pinnacle of satisfaction