Somewhere up 11 mile canyon...

To. Be. Free.

with chocolate stains and lack of complexity 

with ripples and sounds of echoes above

where earth meets sky where we make love.

Where excerpts manipulate longevity

and remnants stifle spontaneity.

Where butter blends with green

and wind silences the stream.

We yearn for what's beneath

and what is. here.

on the surface of now.