Wake

Beneath the worn relics of vanished ancients
glistening essence poured a pool of waking,
a cloudless reclamation of enchantment.

In frore waters she stood stark without shaking,
calmed by new incitement and the cleansing hour,
shedding nimble husk through her soul-retaking.

She bathed herself in crystal native showers,
again she danced with all the aeon amidst,
passions for her own spirit to empower.

Baptized in the immortal fountain dismissed
by all who refuse whole truth or to subsist.