Rocks carelessly cast
from granite hills,
trapped by gravity and time,
slant skyward,
knives pointed at the throat
of heaven.
Like God’s memory this desert stretches
beyond our ken.
Ten-thousand cliffs rise from the level bed,
of a forgotten sea;
long ago in steam it rose
and jet-stream borne,
races through unmeasured time
in endless storm.
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