beneath the blue light of a clear summer sun
a place where they went when i stayed behind
a perfect portrait
true lines are jagged
slowly my eyes
moving smoothly through lies
forms sharpened in my mind a picture of truth, simple and kind
and though you remain true and through within paintings of time
forever remembering lines as it flows
so simply such beauty
flower that belong
to deserts of song
as bones move us expressing
while frozen between the rocks
the skies beneath Taos
will bear our paradox
walled within this mindless chaos
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