Pale Canyon

Great pale walls rise,
and breathe in dreams.
I follow their canyon,
Delicate, step by step.

Each touch brings new roar,
new howl, new vision
with steady change and
magnificent stretch.

How I longed for these
endless streets, now spread
bare before my hungry eyes,
with endless thoughts.

Here they lie, busy with motion,
Dragging empty mind to
fill the memories of before
with life, but fresh.

Great pale walls rise,
and breathe in dreams.
I follow their canyon,
Delicate. Step by step.

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