After the Flood Chapter 11 - Convolutions

I exited stage left. I simply had to. There were no other alternatives. I was fed up, sleepy and late for something I could not remember. The East was calling me and I didn't even know. There are things there that are not of the seams that they seem to be. Like some kind of marmalade I always tasted without even knowing. Like the wind. Carresingly sharp, always willing to cut by the hug and weigh by the kiss; die by the caress and love by the sword. But don't mind me, I'm not who I am, but who I am going to be. Always nobody, thinking about nothing.

So there was this guy, who went on the water once, about a year ago, and that was me. Oddly enough, that was me, and then I had no idea, although tonight I know it to be so. These conVoluted incantations that come with the sun and are brushed away by the wind. Beautiful and kind, merciless and green, tough like the wood and bendable by the flame; water in the sky and stars on the ground like a pair of hanged children that are suddenly found, not too late but too early, with no mandragora growing underneath them, their toes too far or too close to the ground. The convolutions of the flowing curb, the dotted line where you sign...

So I have been called many a name, and many a thing. But cats will be black and women will be green and red and white and also purple or maybe magenta like the yellow polenta and the wine, when the dent in the trend is some kind of diamond tiara of some lady who doth by her grace declare she sees clearly in this land of the lala like some seamstress name Klara who beseeches and stands by the great maelstromed wallah who serves tchai and some coffee and some ciggarettes too, if that's not too taboo for that lady who's warm like the flu.

Convoluted and clear like sandpapered kashmirere, like some robe of the damned in this land of the Lala, with mounds and depressions and swollen confessions where no one has heard and\or dreamed of the land of the coffee-wallah, somewhere south of Valhalla.

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