Empirical edits wound; vital elements aligned. I've engrossed
myself in expert advice, advanced my soul, barred from the eluent.
I embrace potential; mounting expectations erected in hope.
Thrill won't cease to ebb. Constraint is manifest in shifting emotion,
sprouting solely from the embolism surrounding me.
Eventual high hopes disperse; aggravated by this enigmatic doubt.
I must elude abolition; re-evaluation. Is evolution sanctioned,
or will this vast ebullient energy desist? Emancipate emotion!
Emaciate the threads that weave grave determination in my existence!
