CLICK/LISTEN: Bells Gonna Ring

There’s something massive

And circular

And bigger than me

Bearing and tearing through March

Into spring

Something loping

A flock

A need

A despair

And no lover or mother or father or brother can share

In the change

That is coming

Or the things it will spawn

It is mine for the hunting

It is mine to take on

No telling

What kind of mischief

Or electric sting

But the needle is dropping

And the bells gonna ring

Only I can keep running

Get lost in the cloud

Might never come out

If I come out a princess

If I come out a serpent

Well that’s what we’ll work with

And its possible

I’m leaving the wrong things behind

But my belly’s hot fury is burning

In its own crazy light

I can count
On the tiny hands and feet I’ve carried
The sheer amount
Of fear and dread and energy
That I’ve put out
Please don’t mistake this
As complaining
But it’s astounding
How brutal love can be

Here my babies humble me
Here they test what love can mean
Here my head is filled with blood
And fear, and fear, and yet I shrug
And grin, my dear, my dearest love
What fun we had today

Breathe in, breathe out
Disaster threatens every angle
Twist and shout
Yes the naked dancing
Endlessly

Here my babies humble me
Here they test what love can mean
Here my head is filled with blood
And fear, and fear, and yet I shrug
And grin, my dear, my dearest love
What fun we had today

Breathe in scream out
Where sunset brilliance leaves us begging
For more of this
unsettling
This deepest truest reckoning
This lovely bubble laughing trouble
How lovely love can be

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Camille Bright-Smith