Vanish

Where now

Now that North tore away?

Not like fruit that rotted

Rather fruit long rotted and blown to powder. 

Psalm 23

Coagulate no more.

Leakage into clear form

Conviction is pure.

Patience to persevere

While torture skewers

Is wrapped tightly in layers.

I am a laminate

To serve, protect, and,

Perform under fire.

And I have.

I am.

I continue.

There is nothing greater

Then the great Almighty's intuition.

I labor naught in indecision

Only turn to face the warmest answer

To which has continued to shed

Over, under, and all around me.

The LORD is my Shepard; I shall not want