CHARIOT

Bleached With Cyanotype, Distressed Rot Look, Original Poem By Me. 

Text Reads
" And So Do The Stallions Stay
Tethered To Chariots
Until The Day When Their Wheels Are Called To Turn Again
Old Roads Find Their Names Among The Young
Who Stand Up And Prepare For The Next Turning
Even Before Those Riders Have Returned
We Call Now For Those Holy Builders
Marked With Inquisition
And Devastating Devotion
Hear Us Now When Your Eyes Close
Deliver A Path Forward That Allows For The Many Roads
Not Only For Those That Guard The Wheel Unceremoniously"