Feeling pretty done with Summer...
Tired of the heat
Craggy arid landscape
You can look out over what is left
And see where water ran through it
These hollowed places
Bleached by the sun
Reefs open like hungry mouths
Eroded away like bones
And yet preserved
In the shadows of these dunes
In canyons cast in darkness
The only respite
I'm out beyond the edges
Scattered and serene
Bent by eons of wind and sand
And of being forgotten
Hands over stifled tongue
Yet it has been forever
Since the dams have overflowed
And the rains have come
Lit like a bulb burning
A furnace that never truly dies
I run and play here in the caverns
Where these versions of me lie
Sometimes I place these stones here
To reflections I cannot forget
And names who are not expected
To remember who I am
What resplendent desolation
Caught up in my throat
A word that was worth repeating
Or maybe perhaps not
Was that you out on the dunes dear?
I'm not sure you recalled
I'm not sure that I'm worth
Committing to memory at all
Dance with devils, sing with angels
But these are actions saved for those
With open hearts still filled with wonder
Souls that never closed
In this solipsistic recess
The seizing of these vaults
Valves that once rushed with mighty rivers
Love a spring that e'er wells
Here in disrepair
Still siphoning these lines
Stitching pages to these cave walls
Hoping the stars may yet align
Praying a melody might reach you
You might mistake me for a man
Not a place name on this parchment
And you might take me by the hand
What repetitious devastation
Harmonies that I once sought
Sunken in but worth reviving
Or maybe
Perhaps Not
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