As I First Begin To Flex That Muscle

As I first begin to flex that muscle, That complexity of the intuition, Impulses come; at first faint rustling, Then stronger, till the phone startles With it's ringing, mere seconds after- Voices warning, images impaling; It's hard to live with it's restless cogitations, But even harder to continue along, without it. To gain a glimpse of impending truth, You must first invest enough emotion Into the opened question, Moving through life in an uncertainty, Just an organism of inquisition. Taking nothing for granted, The soul's fervent prayer Arcs to the source, of everything and nothing, Removing only the fragment requested, Then filled up, turns back into the ether.