Preeminence

In the crucible of consequence I forged a sovereign will,

Cartographers of fate may map me, but they’ll never chart me still.

Vestiges of lesser claimants crumble under my design,

I am the apex calculus — absolute, serpentine.

I assimilate the ember, transmute it into throne,

Your muttered doubts are timorous echoes I disown.

Anointed with the fulminant certainty of time,

All obstructions calcify and fall in measured rhyme.

Nothing stands between me and what’s mine —

My verdict’s inexorable, my stature serpentine.

Bow to gravity that bends beneath my spine,

Nothing stands between me and what’s mine.

I stride in sovereign cadence, arrogance in cadence cast,

Every rival’s vaunted bastion is relic and is past.

I am the immutable axiom, the summation and the sign,

A plenipotent dominion — your protest is a line.

I rend the veils of subtlety — lucidity begets the throne,

Your blandishments and barbs dissolve like whispered stone.

Implacable, my visage carves the axis of design,

Afternoon to dusk submits: the cosmos is benign.

Nothing stands between me and what’s mine —

A manifesto tempered by the heat of my refine.

Taste the consequence of providence malign,

Nothing stands between me and what’s mine.

I promulgate my doctrine in a tone of granite cold,

Each syllable a sovereign coin of worth, minted bold.

You will find no succor in the rubble of contrived defense —

I am the sovereign theorem; your rebuttals lack the sense.

(Whisper) Observe the inevitability: I consummate the claim.

(Explode) I am prerogative, prelude, purge — I sing your name!

Nothing stands between me and what’s mine —

Pride incarnate, crowned by consequence and brine.

Quail before the arc of my design, refine your spine,

Nothing stands between me and what’s mine!

Nothing… stands… between… me… and… what’s… mine.