WHAT IS OR COULD BE
A haze crosses the desert,
Resting on mountains
Jagged and dark,
To the south.
Heaven's sun is clouded
Today, its deep
Orange light is dim.
In a moment of presence,
All is still.
Surely we have wandered
Through the veil,
But
Do not know.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
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