Navajo looked on outraged
But the day resolved
In delightful thoughts
That rose from Laguna Canyon
From happy beachcombers
And art connoisseurs
Brio too
Free at last
From his stall
As the crows sweep
A rare flyover
When we remember
It's love and love alone
That has risen
In this vapour
To some freedom
Of becoming
Looping below
The dome of blue
That sharpens
Our experience
For the trees
To absorb
And fungi to
Illuminate our feet
As we ascend
Vulture View
With our food
Of life lived
The vegan ice cream
From The Flats
The habibi by the ghost
Of the cylinder press
The grasses hungrily
Stalk our energy
As the sultry breeze
Releases it
From our realm
So the new can come
Because now
We are open
To what was
Already there
In the curvature
Of the canyon
The rainbow
Witch wind
That only ever mirrored
What we made it
There is nothing there but
What we already believe
The illusion that we carry
Like a touchstone
Illusion is the only thing
You need
The last resort
Of the free
There are NASA uniforms
For all the little ones
The likenesses are different
But it's the same one
Through infinite
Addressographs
The mustard grass
Vibrates it all
In endless turn
Of response each choice
To sample 'til you've tasted
Every flavor
All valid
All consuming
And interchangeable
At our will
