heavy clouds roll across blue mountain tops
internal conflict of the human mind
wind whispers through resin flaked branches
piercing insight into my own weakness
staccato rhythm of rain on cemetery grass
anger builds gradually, exploding outward
the valley below, a scene of unspeakable beauty
feeling the emptiness of the miles between us
the play of shadow and light across pale earth
having lunch with jesus carrying the cross
luminous green of sun infused catalpa leaves
coasting downhill on an empty tank
a shaft of moonlight slicing down the wall
the presence in absence of your body
vibration of earth through stone floor night
the sad refrain of a guitar in an empty room
gutted mesas slowly tumble to ground below
stars flicker high above in the night sky
everything and no thing all at the same time
the sticky sweetness of purple sage in your hand
deities staring impassively at time's procession
lying in the dark on a bed of raw cotton
the faraway glow of a distant city beckons
a dim and constant fire burning deep inside
an elusive place where no cliche exists
inked skin peering out from soft hidden folds
a dark quietness of ancient depth and splendor
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