liminal prophecy ii: the second quatrain

impending cronehood is wreaking havoc on my understanding of the universe and our place within it.

early morning | the still household sleeps and I am only half-awake. I want limitless comprehension; I must be content with half-remembered bits of Universal Law. I repeat back the echo to the best of my ability:

at the height of his power | a seat comes free | the lion steps forth | free-will shows her mutinous arbor