awakening stone.


I’m a passionate
lover of your souls
bloom, and a devout
gatekeeper of your
honeyed face
fountains.


This darkness is not a curse

This darkness is not a curse

But an awakening stone against

The rib of the journeyman,

Numb by complacency and

The carnal pleasures of the world


This is your house, your shrine

This is your house, your shrine

Truth be told; there’s no incense

The altar of sacrifice is broken

Our devotion ebbed, gatekeepers

And her priest; stripped of their

Garment, wearing illusions


O’ he will preserve his name

He will maintain his gardens

He will make a name for himself

God will throw a stone —

He will wake us up, to

Return to the altar

In contriteness

Of heart and

Brokenness of

Spirit.


Ag. McDaniels / ZZ.100

”awakening stone”

C: Asiza Fine Arts

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