Stand on the rostrum of self
speak a word to the wind
let it ferry your prayers to the holies
be silent,
Hold your heart in a clasp,
listen to your pulse
set a rhythm to your throbs
audit your wishes
bare your mind before your gut
seize the sword of resolve
employ the ranks of reasoning
crash into the mirror
cauterize the pain from the shards of truth sunk deeply into your skin
Retrace the man in the mirror
