His disposition was as rigid as his dogma.
One night, however, his arid personality became aquatic;
Due to an internal deluge, caused by Ogma.
The current was flooded with new impressions,
The waters were convoluted by diurnal digressions.
The ship, the intellect, began sailing through waves of information.
The surges shading - saturation pervading the imagination.
The vessel and the tenets seemed indubitable;
But by observing each crest and trough - the amplitude
Of every new, lucid, and distinct oscillation
(Solids - liquescent, with each fluctuation)
The container began to sink, the false anima and airs laid nude.
The hull - the sure doctrines - now felt unstable.
His cognizance uncertain, asunder in oceans and perilous mains.
He abandoned ship, perplexed and vexed within (and by) his crown.
He was disconcerted, as the magnitude of the drink continued to rise;
Once shallow, now depthless and level with (also streaming from) his eyes.
Bewildered in the aqueous dark and cold - forsaken - prepared to drown,
But then the craft of Brighid rescued his reins from the rains...
... And from this state of apathetic nonentity -
Her captain provided him a fresh, unique, identity.
Composed By: A.D.
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