Peaked high and red, aged striated layers hypnotized me
I slept between them and became a towering landform
How long has it           I
                                        Been sitting here?

Are you my Relation? 

My eye lids peel up and over into next moon
With my new vision I am animal sad

Pines punctuate the sharp angles and that Pawnee
Has tracked me into Shadow Mesa talking
Soo much about ‘Gathering of Nations’ and no, I’m not goin’

That river cuts and is shaking               I think
Yet is smooth and lovely as clay from my wheel
I’m sure it’s not real with its captivating and languid movement
Slow as someone else’s beautiful summer

The dry boulders outside Grand Junction
Just look at them and they’ll topple over
Off the cliffs and canyons and                are bigger than you think
Hurt you and take you away deep into winter’s snow again
                                                                       You have disappeared

The unreal real water       snakes, moves over itself in many places at one time
But remains still                 inviting, looking warm; an appearance there
                                                                                                   a song on the water
Who carries the messenger bag?

That mullein towering so high
Let’s all be as vast as this part of Colorado
Make love in Telluride; eat our fresh fruit at the junction
White paper bags stuffed with cherries tart and sweet with the first pick of the season

I will forget now where I come from and the hurt in my heart
I am forgetting now, I am going to forget
                             Hey you want to trade for that belt buckle?

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