There was an opening in the day,

a slice of casual interruption,

a box of memories waiting

to be unwrapped.


Thin tensions of thought become light and airy,

like dry desert winds finding no

resistance rushing over the surface.


Within canyons of air,

rare releases of the soul surface

offering insights to the depths

of where our words are formed.






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