Canyon ★★★★

I stood on the edge of oblivion
Before those great red crags of ancient stone
Carved sand grain by sand grain
Into the colossal anti-structure before me
I stirred, unconsciously, away from the edge
But I forced myself to look
Stare into the jaws of the world
The tomb of heaven
And bear all the thoughts that came
It was a great spiritual climax
To an earthly body as me
Molded from mud
Teased by the imperceptible things
Dancing on the edge of thought
Unknowing and lost to their secrets
Having only glimpsed
Their shadows
A stranger turns to me
Opens his mouth, clinging to his camera
As he wishes he could cling to the rock
Beneath his feet
As the wind whips his hair he says
Such is like the breath of god