Rest My Heart
Rest my heart,
Relieve yourself from the weight of your armour.
Let the sages of time perform their powwows
on your wound in the bivouac of your solitude
Find your solace in the soliloquy of pain,
you utter so eloquently.
Passively resist the atrophy of your being as you are fired by
the dilating truths,
of false forevermores, you have not sought but has found you