Luisa A. Igloria posted: " The land no longer provides without fail for those who faithfully labor and trust. In the dream, the hills are packed tightly together. When they open their arms, a thousand birds fly blind, like arrows into the sun. A smell of burnt flesh fills th" Read on blog or Reader Via Negativa Read on blog or Reader A New Heaven, A New Earth Luisa A. Igloria February 29 The land no longer provides without fail for those who faithfully labor and trust. In the dream, the hills are packed tightly together. When they open their arms, a thousand birds fly blind, like arrows into the sun. A smell of burnt flesh fills the air, and news of cities exploded into sand. Through a spyglass, we can see a flotilla of ships pretending the pearl of the world has not yet been discovered. Even in the dream, I want to keep you safe. I want to tear down the over- growth, to gather rain in flasks we can hide in our clothing. We look for round shapes to cup in our hands. Even in dream, we know the brilliance of time is hidden in the heart of secret things. Comment

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