swirly Sedona portals and
were vortexed into a weird,
red infra-echo inter-world.
Intermittent space between
reverberating sounds
suspended us above a
proto-echoing silence.
As we followed the sunrise trail
a balloon lifted itself up out of an
inferential vermilion void.
Then another. And an another.
And the nuclear sun bounced
its squiggly messenger waves
off the grand rugged
Grandfather Rocks.
Message received
(at light speed), Sedona.
Spacetime's speedy roll slowed
down to a total standstill.
Electrons and planetary heads stopped spinning.
Nonplussed pupils paused
and Khronos's majestic glacial quality
seemed to melt at geological speed.