POEM - 'The Warehouse Made of Dust'

stepping lightly across the desert floor

I made my way to the source of the sound

a thunderous wave of energy fills the clear

night air

mysterious lights dance in the distance

chaotic in their movement

I pursue the source of the sound

with more fervor

I ready myself for communion

a shattering of supposed realities

only to reform in one of pure bliss

raising my hands to the night sky

I can only give thanks

for this experience

I raise my hands in celebration

with my brothers and sisters

we dance

we move as One

raising the ancient dust

once more.

-GK Sandoval