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splendid giants rise

streaked with desert varnish


ancient blood
leaching from hearts of stone
a long forgotten offense
unatoned
anchors souls here
sequestered in the rock
weeping for past lives
for the joys of running in the sun

water cascades over rocks
gossamer spirits play in the mist
the air is electric with a desire
to dance
the white Datura glisten
whispering of dreams in this place
where mortality touches perpetuity
with a lovers pinch
a thundersplash announces
the anonymous stone breaking free
burying itself at last in the bosom of water
freedom, redemption
a plunge into the cold nothingness
between what is and what has been
though its parting cry becomes inaudible
and the ripples of its passage fade
it remains a part of the river bed
washing slowly downstream
in a journey we do not know how to follow
AT THE TEMPLE OF SINAWAVA ON THE VIRGIN RIVER

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