Thunder in Durango

we pulled
in air thunder
from the mountains
when we imagined
ourselves immortal
from every angle
we drifted to endure
trials of floating fire
and nocturnal
desert wanderings
sought to be rescued
in forgiveness
we rode higher


but still we sunk low
in our passion inferno
Early August suns
tempered hotter than Death’s
cascading breaths
the 12 cursed ones
while Heavens mocked
senses silent
no passion could shield
and Father showed no mercy for
Two children not yet healed

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