Where I Don't Belong is Where I Yearn to Be

We are the Mountains and Desert

they are my spirit at ease

locked into an ever-changing landscape towering red

evermore eroding upward, outward, in.

My worldly woes echo off of your visage

and become less than dust and sand

in a cosmic ashtray, void.

Spires of twisted black rock crowned

with crystalline life and whispers of weather

lay down ramparts of evergreen ecstasy

awaiting my fervent tramp, restless

into the clouds

chasing mirrors

in a daze