Before the Herald

poetry / music

Guérin Asante
Nov 3 · 1 min read
Huruma (Compassion) © Guérin Asante 2019

Before the herald reads the room and finally feeds the endless deep into our ears, and fear becomes a folly—not even worth the story of its sting—before the promised sword lays down upon the very place we hang our mountain-heavy heads, through every spoken phase of moon and heady late June suns we’ll ever face, no matter how our matter, afterward, will be configured by the darkness, let compassion’s arrow…

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Guérin Asante

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Guérin Asante is a writer, painter, musician, photographer, polyglot and curious human — just like you. He thrives on bridging our digital and inner worlds.

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