Falling As I contemplate That blazing sun In this mysterious land The beginning of our clan Tears running up my head Some disappearing into my hair And others evaporating into thin air.
As I approach That brilliant sand I start thinking Of my years past. I see my ending Coming fast Yet I’m glad I could see This pyramid at last.
The blast Took out my breath Broken I felt at last Exhausted is my soul Yet my body Doesn’t think so. As if a puppet I stand and walk Those difficult steps And climb to the top Once again Feeling the dryness Of the land Of history Miniature years Piled up sand. Step and another As if mere initiation Questioning this incantation.
Reality Written hieroglyphs Passed down into doctrines Embellished translations Politics involved Egocentric involvement Dogma dismembered.
I’m at the top Frightening sight Sun blazingly bright Horizontal infinity Beyond sanity I say Yet What a beautiful sight.
That one second Framed into my soul To follow The fall The tears of joy As well as shock Falling again Into that beautiful sand I embrace it all. Even the blasting finale…