Kalinnn1.nnThe big continent is calling to me, it comes to me in dreamsnsometimes as a snake, other times it is a lover with a dip in his ba...
Kalinnn1.nnThe big continent is calling to me, it comes to me in dreamsnsometimes as a snake, other times it is a lover with a dip in his backnwhere I press press press my hands. This is a wanting that blows nthrough the 9 planets and no, not like the milky way, but like Saturn nand her rings, red-fire, spinning. In the blaze of dream-time, It saysnmy name like a rosary but no one is threading beads through fingers,njust a hungry howl, like a wolf, or a bear calling to her cubs, come home. nn2.nnWe are the soft ones and we the ones lapping nup the blood from the battlefield, we are the poison nand we are the cure. In the great arc of this world, nwe are so small but the vastness contained within the seednis smoldering in strength. The world is wasted on those who take nthe sword in one hand and refuse to stand upright against its quiver. nnCan’t we all just sit down together & drink some tea, nfor I am so sick of time.nnThat great blue continent sometimes called love sometimes ncalled fear is a buoy in my heart.nn3.nnAll I’m asking for is to sit with you after the battle cries are long gonenin the middle of bodies broken, in the middle of souls rising. nnThe great continent shifts, and again, we moving, the oceans guidingnboth the return & the flight. My footing on this earth is shaking nwith the tremor. Not a man in this world can lick my wounds dry. nn4.nnOn the bridge I pass by a brigade of men, one who softly say Heynits not for me to hear, but some affirmation, like a prayer like na lost child in the crowd whimpering for the long-gone mothernno shoes & tattered shirt, these things you have left you, and the Hello n a plea for someone or something to come & take you back. nnLike a hound after the fox, I track poison &, thirsty for it, ngather it in my mouth, singing a low prayer that sounds likenhey, a prayer that sound like yes, or, no. Am I person or am I an apparition? nAm I ghost walking? The trails of this great continent are overgrown nand somebody gave me a machete, lulling me to go at it again & againnno thorn or bramble can stop such weight from passing. nnn5. nnShe is dark but not the darkest, she is fierce but not the fiercestnin the face of the devil she wields her great sword, but the lambnshe holds to her breast in sweetness. She asksnwhat are you burning for and what burns you, don’t think nabout the answer too much, the fire is already at your doorstep.nn6. nnQuestion: are you the lamb or are you the devil nhiding out in the thick streets of the citynin the lost mountains to the west. nin the great continent sometimes called love sometimes called fear n{well, which is it, love or fear? Light, or dark? Sun, ornthe sultry sweet moon}nnnn Leela Elizabeth Kelley 2014 Less
