Brought Back From the Great Silence
In a painted desert
I sat in a stone bowl of silence.
The wind and hawk bounced off rock walls
without complaint...
My ugly mind couldn't break the silence if I tried.
Even God sidestepped its crimson halo.
I thought about lying down forever
to escape this endless stream of downs.
In a painted desert, I sat in a bowl of silent gems. And it was wonderful.
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