what follows


moving across the land
into the pink and blue
pinwheels in the sky

out towards god
where the canyons meet
and the packmules wait
to be untied

into the mouth
of the Gunnison
with its
black
water
walls

where you breathe in the sun,
and the river engraves
your name,
where the moon snatches
your breath
and asks you calmly,
"won't you melt into me?"

and nightfall isn’t the curse
or the scoundrel you thought
she was,
she’s the queen of the celestials,
nefarious,
maybe,
but an apollonian
beauty indeed

she drinks your water,
she holds your hand,
and she rains comet kisses
on your forehead,
and in the morning, she’s still there,
you can see her remnants
when you open your eyes

you can see her moving
across the land
into the pink and blue
pinwheels in the sky

out towards god
where the canyons meet
and the packmules wait
to be untied

into the mouth 
of the Gunnison
with its
black 
water 
walls

into the mouth
of the Gunnison
with its
black
water
walls
that
run
run 
into nightfall