anasazi flute the sound
of owls in june twilight :
a relic of disintegrated memory
eclipsed behind blue
canyon walls ::
this place : neither desert nor plain :
but a relic of itself :: walls : pathways :
the ancient turning earthwheel
steady as truth :: so we
still memorize these ruins and
their wind-braided music of
voices : bells : holy breath :
of stones
abandoned here
to dance :::

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