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The New Era


Charcoal on Paper

42 x 59 cm

Wilted on the stone
Dry as eyes could be
Still I bring it home
To wet the stone and see.


Now faith once more to weep
For that which flows can fissure
All brittle as belief
To tear through rock like scissors.


When darkness shines the only way
Climb there from the known.
When all seems lost
Retain the faith,
And come now,
Bring it home.