Trust is a reservoir of courageous archetypes of hope. Trust is never diminishing in the cowardice of reproach. Trust is never wrinkled or diminished by the false pageantry of deafening verbosity. We lay here sacred and scarred ever hoping for the deepening momentum to see us foundling upon our own self-beliefs. Thus this truce beneath the sacred heart is our opening spectre held ever inward and in densest form – a fixed crucible never more to suppress the innate treasures as yet to be foretold.