Only Apollo’s chariots will be sent to the glassĭistracted, you caught the last act of 1977. Unable to let a thing go but unable to really graspĪnything, so we’ll keep the crickets in the jar until they starve The married couple is divorced by now I’m sure you’re sure of that. Ways the waves of light wash over the horizon from the East the Sound This is for the song the ghosts sing over your head and below your belly, by the night, This is for the ghost in your breath that makes your heart turn over. This is for the ghost in your chest that makes that whisper. You have only to remember the lines you’ve yet to make up! To put you on the right track.Īnd kiss your face with dewy lips and panic set in. On Apollo’s rays I’ve been given back to find my place. I’ve come to this place by truck, from the sun. Moonlight is sentimental, and radio songs [How pretty (definable) are you?-More importantly, But at the heart of the Sea, a fearsome monster stirs.If the world were to stop we’d all fly off.ĭon’t look at me. Has he sacrificed too much? And what will the Law make of those sacrifices? The Sea always leads him toward the light. Desperate for a sign, desperate to know which path to lead his people on, he discovers the Sea relishes in his pain and sacrifice. And now the government wants to sell the land out from under them and displace them all. But soon his little group of believers is overwhelmed by a swarm of people that threatens to take everything away. When the Sea orders him to write a book, he does, and distributes it. He gathers together The People of the Salton Sea so that they may sing songs of Her, worship Her, and follow with reverence and obedience. He spends sleepless nights awaiting Her Word so that he may write it down. And he's going to tell the world about it. To Outsiders, the Salton Sea, and the lawless squatter's town of Slab City where he lives, are eyesores. Daily he cleanses his lungs with the stench left behind by floating islands of rotting fish on Her surfaces.
Daily he baptizes in Her thick waters and watches his hands crystalize from the salt. She is the source of everlasting freedom, this accidental lake, this manufactured God. There, in a sunbaked desert land, he gives himself over to the Sea, for She is the soul's salvation. And there, again, so was I."On the bone-sand shores of the Salton Sea, a man's faith is tested. One should expect to be pressed into Her clay and molded, shaped, throughout a lifetime. From the author of MY EYES ARE BLACK HOLES: "In the shadow of the Sea, one should expect a rebirth, again and again.
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