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There’s a dusty wind screaming through the canyon,
a fireswept rim opening to deep pink skies,
eyes turning north, pondering the shimmering spectacle descending slowly.
Alighting upon the plain, asking for gifts from the strangers at home.

This mythical, magical place,
a temporal vision of that most wonderful love,
peace beyond human comprehension…
This realm, a kingdom of stark embraces,
that which can only come with a transference of being.

Rekindling a deep, thoroughbred passion,
dancing to a soulful rhythm conjured upon itself,
see this ancient place for the thing it is,
a home to be held, caressed, protected.