June 12, 2020 1:09 AM by Christian James Madsen

A canyon calls the shadows of the dust

Give in to the wild, the poison’s a must

shake you mystic invisible twin

Humble the darkness, until it wins.

Drums beaten by tribes from the old lake

The Indian sky, fogs like glass

Appearance of a woman in the grass

No kind could dance with the sun

Even the animals turn and run

But they play, til the one calls of the chant

All fury in swing, until they can’t.

A sketch for the poem

Christian Madsen is an Actor, Producer and Poet living in Los Angeles, California.