Descending deep steeped heated toward burnt
Circle we go as dehydrated urine after cho flushed commode
I left my soul right by the mounds of black dusted sod
Never finding separation odd
Caravan ascends as the dusk begins
An aberrant realm
As an amusement park for demons
Until mornings angels punish the damned.
My physicality’s here in safety’s net
Imaginations left behind, to be tormented by fear never realized
By fear too toasted in fervent ovens of hell
A memory too strange to be able to tell
Piece about visiting wildlife refuge in Tanzania 🇹🇿 while on mission. The park was contained in the lowest levels of a hollowed out volcano. We had to descend down into it. Imagine a 26 mile wide perfectly circular grass prairie bounded by a perfectly circular wall of mountain. It’s as if you are going down into an amusement park accept there is no manager. A place so strange and desolate it feels miles away from God even knowing it, if ever possible. Most all animals were timid and drowsy in the mid day heat. But what demons came out at night to turn the place into a blood ground, until morning’s light could make the mighty weak in the heat and light could protect the timid by giving them better notice. During dusk, as the caravan of utility vehicles transported us up and out of the volcano floor I looked back and the park felt like a strange office building shutting down for the day. Hours of driving the circumference of the park left everyone weary. An experience so strange I’m not able to recall every detail because my mind had never handled it. Fear of the supernatural darkness of a place tends to do that. Africa itself, so strange and dangerous tends to do that.
J.C.B
June 28, 2019
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