Connor Stubblefield, M2, Class of 2022
Hidden down in darkest cloister, depth of all the earth, a Stone, directed slowly upward through layers of time and story, waited.
The Stone was defined, yet not, sequestered mystery, definition down, dampened, the mirror darkened.
Til one day, the ground divulged its Stone, and water flowed, collected, and flowed still, delving forth, directed into rivers fast and, dawning the new day, life everlasting displayed.
Delight, oh my Desire, delight in the Stone, dangerous and delicate, death’s debt declared defeated, dissolved, defunct.
The Stone upon which all stood and stands still, discovered, dear.
Fall upon that Stone, oh all creation, and be broken.
Med Intima 