What is known as the Great Divide?

The Continental Divide, also known as the Great Divide, is one of the most iconic and essential mountain ranges in the Americas, dividing the continents in half and extending all the way from the Cape Prince of Wales in Alaska to the Strait of Magellan at the southernmost tip of South America.

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Perhaps.

I have seen the Great Divide
from 30,000 feet
and not known & appreciated
what I
had seen,
voyaged across.

For sure,
I have
watched witnessed,
crossed and embraced,

no doubt

and have breathed the new air over
our current continental divide,
though some will say it always was,
and never
disappeared

this divided country,
a deep rendering,
more a
sundering,
a shearing trench

where the state
of your statutory residence
maybe a bad bad,
color

so don’t
drink from the same
walter  fountain as me,
don’t **** in any toilet
I might use,
and keep your kids far,far
away from mine

or I’ll make their corrupted minds
happily ill at ease

enough.


you get my
drift,
that’s a big
hint
go live among your “kind”
stay not my side of the line,
drift away
for I be overeager to
show you the contents of
my democratic
gun collection


oh yeah,
God Bless America

Charred remains, of jungle burned:
Fire steeped, laotian leaves.
Who we lost, in what we earned;
For the love of ******,
Of sweet release.

Korean craters, Mexican invaders, &
The Boxer rebellion.
The sinking of Maine, the panamanian strait;
Meuse–Argonne, inherent freedom

Is there a place, for the peaceable to congregate?
Versailles, Geneva, Nuremberg, Tokyo.
What point to rules are made,
When no one follows them.
Bagram, Mai Lai, Tiananmen, the Chechen genocide

Is it merely in our nature;
To fight, and argue, divide?
We can conquer, but can we conquer
The lust that is
The love of tribe

I re-read the thoughts that used to plague me inside
it still hurts to see those words strung into those sentences
I can still feel the depression, I can still feel the internal divide
I can still feel like that, time to time
I re-read my trauma in a blackened ink
re-reading it making it sink in deeper, I can see clearer now
I hope that in a year I will feel the same way
about this maze, I'm in
about this cage, I'm in
maybe I will break the door down on my way back in
no longer tethered to the way that it is
instead reimagining what the day could've been
with a little more confidence, a little more trust
with a little more dominance and more sword thrusts

Let us change the course of our kismet
By dividing our steel tongues
amongst the crowd
And spitting upon the roots
with sonorous rage.