Self, propriety, fairness and contempt. The wounds reviewed, catalogued, washed a restart both required and mandated. Held by nothing but the Hand of God and devotion to His Name. The path shall emerge even through desert sands and wanting.

My name shall not be remembered or even faintly recalled. No prayers needed for the dying as they are revived into breath, life and light. Repentance is fulfilled in vast return to the gravel pits that once enforced our labor and deception.

Enlisted as servant to the slaves and ministers of vast seeded plains. No need for freedom of choice inconsistent with the doulos I have always wanted to become. Prayer no duty to those who seek the wonders beyond understanding.

Disposed, inclined to reason and reality. Waste upon the road of acquisition and gratification. Rising to feed the locusts of wrath and peace. Even the weeds are belly full for soldiers sent forth as dust upon the winds of change.

There must be death before rebirth, the beauty of retreat before victory silence before the noise of resurrection. What power emitting in witness of the Light. Cast all land once captured in the darkness of self loathing, bathed.

In beams of projected power, parsecs unknown, beyond contention of the previous. Wrongly. Calculated a worth that is simply powder through the sieve of time, facing predetermined end lost all expectation and grandeur in adoration.

Released in the rapids to fend. Mended in the weight of witness and importance unforgiving. These days of contemplation led by lesser thinking to emerge unscathed with skin afresh. What then is placed upon the sanitized table, remembrance?