truth in technicolor greyscale

i'm going to walk in sandals from my residence to the grand canyon
looking down upon the vast earthly scar at a 45 degree angle
my body remains upright
with calm confidence i'm going to suck deep air until i pass out
when i wake up, i'm going to do it again
this time i'll stop just before my lungs explode.
consider the first time practice.
air-bags filled with scorching opportunity. my chemical capacity reached.
my face flushes.
the only variation in movement is the sudden lurch of my shoulders
as the world feels my love
exhaling violently the declaration of peace
screaming obscene joy and the realization of tranquil into the void.
i'm going to move every leaf.
my emotion that transcends emotion is going to slam atom into atom,
traversing the chasm with speed and awe at it's very existence absolute.
a tsunami of particles moved by my undying love for the everything that is nothing.
slapping birds with hearts
icing every peak
invading every crack
turning every stone
i'm going to put erosion to shame
it has to be this way
when the echo returns, i don't want to hear the gunshot