at the bottom of the grand canyon, you touched my hand.

I toss my solitude down,

let it mingle with my insomniac

let it mingle with my rubble,

There is something

submerged

beneath my --

human, make me

the red of desert earth

until I crumble into

cactus spines and skeletons,

I wasn't meant

to stay here for so long

There is a catch

swimming with my organs,

it pulls when I breathe

through it, I never wanted

to see what

falling

would be like

until I saw the holes

they drilled into your spine

Your leather-spun

heart, it aches

like a sunrise,

I knew a wanting

in your chest

that stayed

hungry,

you were always

hungry

for something

I don't think you ever found,

Because there is a sand

beneath your fingernails

that doesn't rub away,

I have a dust storm

waiting in my belly,

there is a lust there

that is deeper

than the Marianas trench,

And someday, God will loop

his fingers through yours,

and he will whisper in your ear:

"Come. I can tell you

what they died for."

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