Towering aerial rivulets of gold
Marked an end to a long travesty
Through barren shelfs of sandstone
and mounds of crushed rocks
That had been scorned by the wind
Till they like our minds
were no longer minds or rocks
Thirsty? No, not now as we barged into the
Cave
Glistening pools that had never been touched
except for the beak of an owl on its last legs
of loneliness.
Returning from the opening of the black lagoon
We set our eyes on the walls to the south
No one dared say a word lest we
We didn't know.
anything.
A long pause broke the still, blank, afternoon.
Waves of hot air distorted the moonscape behind us.
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