NAVAJO MOUNTAIN

FALL 10
















NIGHT JOURNEY
[Dead-on astrological Pluto]
Patches of musical bliss. What is this but a quilt of heaven? Threads wrapping in ever crescending waves...now building pressure inside the bones… Aargh! Feel the pain as they now contract...pain fast reaching a pinnacle of metamorphic intensity before remaining there, like incandescent magma... Aaaaargh! What is this but a mantle of hell? Aloud i scream. For 15 solid Earth minutes under the cool night of stars, i scream.


Morning: slipped off my head, the elf hoodoo hat is like an empty shell. F
orgotten relic in a canyon maze, imprint of what i once was, am, or will be. A fossil — or is it a flag?