Grand Canyon
Daniel put the contract in the out box on his desk.
Only for some reason, he could not move on.
"Open the folder, just open it and start reading the next."
Was his own inner voice's chiding tone.
And yet he felt that his work was finished.
He had no urge to correct another agreement.
Daniel blinked. He felt very odd. He felt diminished
Inside and also complete. Previously work was like watching cement
Dry. But this waltzing dead horseshoe crab theme satisfied
Daniel to no end. Maybe it connected the dancer to the dance.
Yet it kept going over and over. Like a lovely stratified
Depth of canyon wall. You look into the abyss of it and by chance
Unleash the awe of its history right now.
Many people never see it in a lifetime. Here it was. Kapow.
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