It has been sometime
Since you last engaged in battle

Since you brought your thoughts before me
And presented them to me
As a form of consolation

They have been made brutal
By the broken line of logic

I am momentarily foolish
Disarmingly alive
In this now unfamiliar fire

There is no time for preparation
Only for your imminent surrender

For which I hoist a flag
And sing in praise

Allowing myself a solitary moment
In which to act out the past

This I do with the utmost caution