Grand Canyon Sunset Spires

Update of sunset spires on Colorado River. This has been denoised and simplified, plus haze removed.

 

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STANDING ON THE PRECIPICE

 

Standing on the precipice,

Balanced at junctions,

Space and time-

There are no excuses here,

No explanations or rhymes.

 

Locked in lavish rhythm,

Far beyond the brink,

Hid from help or rescue,

On jagged edge distinct.

 

Weighty voices,

Tomorrows bearing,

Form forces by the day…

Wound tight

In folds of failure,

By faltering historic foray.

 

Naked standing truth,

Whirl winded and filleted,

Open now,

Body bleeding,

Clean by choice,

Ruthless rights parlayed.

 

Ring round the

Restless righteous,

Tormented tongues

Twisted and advanced-

Weapons trained,

Fitting filled,

Hopelessness entranced.

 

New toys

For large little boys,

Clicking clocks

In finest fashion.

Positioned perspective plus

Poisoned possessive power,

From places unimagined.

 

Whining women,

Worn-out white wheezers,

Talking days on end,

Tortured trials

Of wasted words,

Useless air

Precious spent.

 

Children torn

Apart at seams,

Families drugged

And drenched…

Callous toned nightmares

Running wild,

Seeds scattered in the wind.

 

Lost by generation’s

Darkened doubt,

Aflame the fearless world,

Tossed aside in hellish schemes,

Now rampant,

Flags unfurled.

 

Gone the green

And yearning years,

Foundations fairly laid,

Of priceless pearl

In wisdom grown,

Crown jewelry

On parade.

 

But new

The turning earth begins,

Choice

Once again delayed.

Come cold and calm

Courageous men-

Run boldly to

Your fate.

 

And stand in

Earnest errand bare,

An era

At the end,

To bind yourselves

Betrothed and braced,

To finish

Without fear.

 

James Watkins (3-10-2007)

 

Done