The Red Dust Never Settled

mountain top i feel the lack of oxygen stiller than a mannequin atmosphere a reading lens the smell of my heating skin I can dodge the poison oak jumped off the tallest rock look into the heart of pools almost heard the meadow talk the silence speaks language of the higher plane echoes from a time before buzzing in the summer rain sierra: spine of the wild west the red dust never settled free lands never rest moves beyond a human eye motions set from centuries beyond the moment presently a lonely souls pleasantries finite: this time is bittersweet as far as eyes can see the history is deep yet mountains barely weep unmovable and defining a significance is made down the rocky grades life flooding our plains we forever wish to tame