Canyon Walls (Astral Visitors)

These great ramparts, sacredly twined canyon walls break forth in echoes, decibles capture all space and time an indelible resonance encompasses magnetic souls, abstract ravines impart no purpose, reason, or internal rhyme behind inviting walls beats a crude, but virtual titanium heart a 25th century machine built to visit and study mortals by three-dimensional travel, billions of light years apart, alien marvels free to come and go between interstellar portals imprinted upon Destiny's steamy cauldron, amongst a lifeless crematorium of saurian geckos temporal dreams of aeons long gone, annulled, prehistoric raptor's resurrection beckons beyond hollowed ages-old canyon walls blue boulders, crystalline spirals smoldering dark dawn of Mankind recalls archaic, golden sandstorm whirls sagebrush arid as a southwesterly wind, desert hot embers breathe a rushing wildfire barren cliffs and prairies, grey hawk spirits rescind, dust bowl inferno's deathly sparks rage higher imagine a futuristic world, someplace where time has no start, ending or limits picture an ultra smart, homonid race, Gods of Sirius, advanced beings infinite nature's celestial enigmas; encrypted holograms, opuses, oil paintings hieroglyphs solidly entombed within pronged subterranean caverns, beneath unearthly sentient ruins, desiccated clay soil lies untainted war cries of the ancient mavens, arcana's songs nevermore chanted (c) 9.30.01 SmSI got this idea from the WingMakers, an alien race that supposedly visited Earth long ago, leaving behind remnants of their culture. Creative markers for humans of the future to ponder, in caverns such as this in the southwest. Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 10:06 AM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz   0 • 12 • 13