Silent Season

Be still 
allow the void to run its course
sit with no one else
breathe the newnes of yourself
let the desert be your oasis
centrally instilled homeostasis.

You,
you will be moulded into carnelian
true
pure 
clear 
ready to win the battle.

When ready you will be awaken
kissed
or shaken
your destiny revealed
you will not be forsaken
by the blindess of men
sitting
at rickety tables
polished though not able
to read your destiny.