Your Charge.

Soothe.
Soothe,
When you awake, scorched and drawn,
Still with the taste of time in your teeth;
And a trident, wrenched from another,
Leaning against your door,
Beckoning back to the battle.


Look around.
Look around.
Is there anyone who knows that your core is on fire?
Do you have eyes to look into,
Brave enough for this intensity that unsettles even you?
Though you didn't ask for this,
This wouldn't have been bestowed weaker.


Up with you.
Up with you.
Conquer the steps ahead;
Charged with this roiling, shudder of 
Gasping thought and inspiration;
Left on its own, with timid fences, would
Wind and distort to oblivion.


Set your feet.
Set your feet my friend.
'Nothing harder than to 
Tell truth to behave, and to 
Wait to some kind of order.
In time;
Yes, the same time you battle,
You will learn to mold and govern
This Charge,
This Fire,
Into the pulsing artery of the
Earth,
And reap the most profound connection with
Any heart big enough to
See you.