He wanted a Zion eight day vacation
With a side trip to Sedona.
He went alone.
The whole trip was one hotel room away
From the Spirit of the Summer Sun.
Breathtakingly hot in
Fantastic spirals of limestone beds,
The crowd sticks around and cheers
Day after day.
Eleven hours of truth is a powerful thing,
And it comes in unrecognizable waves.
It comes fractured.
He stood for hours that last day
Upon many red rocks
Beneath the red red sun
Walked himself home as Raw
Power played the
Rattlesnake speakers in his head
Like instruments, and
He felt wildly happy.
Beneath the red red sun.
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