In the presence of one seventh of what Earth requires wondering at,
we’re wired to wonder instead
how to function under ego
adhere to people
and forget it’s there.
I had this epiphany at the Grand Canyon
screaming Bohemian Rhapsody with my companions,
a distraction from exhaustion and relationship tiffs.
What did these rock rifts,
this spectacular terrain tear,
have to do with us and what's fair?




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