brought back from the great silence

Written by: Anthony Slausen

in a painted desert
i once sat in a stone bowl of silence
the wind and hawk bounced off rock walls
without complaint...
my ugly mind could'nt break it
even god side stepped its crimson halo,
i thought about lying down forever
to escape this endless stream of downs.
In a painted desert
I once sat in a bowl of silent gems,
but Mr. ugly saved me 
once again.