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I am a monolith standing amongst the field of wildflowers
Looking to find a picture but I can't seem to capture it
The journey is bleak predicted to end disastrous, 
petals reflect the glistening dew
I question, I can’t see the answers, beauty all around, how could I be so shrewd

Hippopotamus in a still lake,
Jaguar draped over a leafless tree,
Lion walking with reflective powerfulness

So how can this stone tower seem to devour everything around him

Stack another stone
Stack another stone
Stack another stone

A twilight endangerment zone, the pain is hidden below, 
on this plane I skip on the line of being sane
Heaven knows there must be some damage in my brain, I write rhymes, 
I hide the truth in these lines
I can't see it, or do I choose not to

Take another step
Take another step
Take another step

Bound to the rule of 3
Stand tall now the world must see the moon that haunts my dreams
How does stone grow up, should I keep going until my head is struck by the stars
Have I lost myself in developing this world I call art

Am I reminded of Michelangelo, setting the angel free from the stone?

I do not enjoy this feeling of being alone, why can’t I connect
Every conversation I have is a breaker box with no power, I just disconnect

The thunder cracks
The thunder cracks
The thunder cracks

Lightning strikes a rock
Lightning strikes the stone
Lightning strikes the foundations

Is this alienation a lesson in avoiding my downward acceleration
Or an arrow being drew back on the bow, aiming to take down the sun

How can I have the purpose to speak to nations, 
when I feel flawed in this creation
The equation is puzzling, the bees keep buzzing, the river steady
But this stone wall that grew tall, seems to be crumbling down
To a new foundation that I can build something new again

When the dust settles
When the dust settles
When the dust settles

Will I hear that voice that says, “Stand up and build again”
My ear tingles with the whisper, “Stand up and build again”
The Lion rolls a stone to me, its stare roared, “Stand up and build again”

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Author Bio

Maisen Hill is a writer whose work blends lyrical introspection, allegory, and raw emotion, exploring themes of identity, resilience, and spiritual reflection. Since 2018, he has captivated readers with thought-provoking poetry and prose, selling over a dozen books that challenge conventional narratives while inviting deep contemplation. His signature style, Lyrical Reflections, weaves vivid imagery with layered meaning, often drawing inspiration from faith, personal experience, and philosophical inquiry.

Hill’s works include Finding Lost and The Monster Who Hid from the Dark, the latter a powerful meditation on self-discovery, legacy, and the struggle between illusion and truth. A dedicated chess strategist and an admirer of Pat Metheny’s music, his creative influences span from literature to the rhythm of the mind itself. Whether crafting intricate poetic sequences or building immersive narratives, Hill’s writing continues to resonate with those searching for meaning in the shadows and light of life’s journey.

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