Zenith to azimuth
Engine purr, unfettered view,
my porous mind struck dumb.
Preserve this sandbaked range with washed-up words
the best I can.
Floating quarry, bare brown dust,
carmine, craggy, scoured and carved,
these tessellated terracotta terraces
in mauve penumbrae skyward merged.
The meridian faintly curved
as I levitate upon the earth.
Indecipherable, unmasked beauty,
fillip of arrhythmic fear;
who can know this primal land
which no man tamed, no nomad trod?