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A Visit to Sedona



Sweat-stained was carved each ring of knotted crust,

clouded rubies in a fractal spiral,

towers manned by pine-trees, hemmed with dust,

clairvoyant, anticipating the arrival,

a greeting repeated and rehearsed.

Slow-cut cross-streams wander through the valleys

while the pale Source’s sentinel casts first

a warning, then a vision: red rocks upheave

a molten crown of gold, a crouching umbra

flashes bloody crimson, and the rivers

turn to wine. Last, unspoken slips the sun.

The Image has appeared. From their quiver

stars pierce strange darts through a heart new made light

and beg it may remain within their night.

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