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Leggo eye upon the region, lift your eye above the sun, raise your mind above temptation, leggo eye upon the dawn
Leggo eye upon the region, lift your eye above the sun, raise your mind above temptation, leggo eye upon the dawn
Milligan Benji, five foot nine and bone, standing on a hill overlooking the luminous city, barebacked with a Gilpin cutlass between elbows, sweat oozing from his solar capital like government juice
He was my age then and wore beige bell-bottoms over ten-eye high suede desert boots, overstepping streets and tree-lined boulevards in search of the carnival
But there are no masquerades on the avenues, no brass bands, no bamboo knocking, no wrist, no rubber, no steel, no color, the city seems ghostly bare
So he asks the dust
"Where is the Carnival?"
cnd the dust replies "Many things begin and end in the sea"
That was the day a black rain fell bucket a drop and rivers rose over mountains
The storm sent shacks tumbling, the sky dim lit like a dream
Many skulls were bust just by the weight of raindrops
Milligan ran to the high cliffs on the coast and found that many had already flown east from there
They left burning heaps of bed linen, dried fish and chamber pots of mud and maniac bitumen, and the bones of those the spirits refused flight
Milligan saw the water coming over the hill, flinging wood and beast like sorrow self
cnd seeing this broke him bare
The suffer the love, the suffer the love bore thick tears in his eyes
But you see my Milligan, he was a black heart man, never fearful
He unlaced his boots, he removed his sterling silvers
Then he bent his head in meditation at that steep brim between the gulf and the sea swept hills
He had saved many lungs of breath by then, in a sack hid under his armpit
cnd so, he just up and leapt into the sea below
Movement that goes, movement that flows
Movement that flows, as your life goes
Would you ever save me?
When he really starts to swim so, he swim with slink and mountain chicken, Milligan swim with Zangie eel and pusherman fleeing the island
He strong alone on the swirling tides
cnd early on the fifth day he met a merman
cnd he asked the merman, he say, "Mister man, where my ïerè?"
cnd the merman replied, "Ïerè dissolved in the flood like sugar in saliva, only fragments remain"
"cnd cfrica?" Milligan asked
cnd to this the merman calmly replied, "Many died"
Milligan swam with the merman to the outskirts of an undersea kingdom
He had heard about this place from the Baptist mythic, he had heard the pearl fishers' rum talk
But its dimensions had long been underestimated by even eminent cartographers
Milligan saw the black coral caves, he saw the intricate emblems stitched in bone
He saw humming fish dart between his awe and personal temple
cnd on the outskirts, he could see the volcano plantation, spewing magma and pumice flame from the seabed
cnd he saw that when the molten stone dried, crests and valleys were formed and within these were crystalline segue ways and subaquatic chambers where his people lived
Milligan asked the merman, and the merman said, "Many things begin and end with the sea - indeed - the earth is hollow, not solid as was thought"
cnd such as these were the words that kept Milligan in Olukun's kingdom, till soon he would not notice water
cnd we never saw him again