A trilogy of formations (The Fin, The Parthenon and Accropolis) throw their shadows over central Arizona on a cloudy afternoon.
"I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,
Facing a sheer sky.
Everything moved, -- a bell hung ready to strike,
Sun and reflection wheeled by.
When the bare eyes were before me;
And the hissing hair,
Held up at a window, seen through a door.
The stiff bald eyes, the serpents on the forehead -
Formed in the air ..."
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March 3, 2010
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