An array of dark-skinned people shuffled in and out through corridors painted it seemed by hand, with circular vaults not high but statuesque in their loftiness, a rich blue lived inside the stuccoed walls with dolphins irrigating its fathoms in the sophist bends and dives of their ligatures moved in the sheen of their aquatic coats of white and grey. As I lay on a gurney, hearing the moans of the dying, it was the Turkish nurse that sustained me. In the haze of the firelights and light bulbs dim in the sallow umber of the hallways reticence, in basking in the fullness of the summer sun, the roof was a partial embarcade that had many soldiers lying upon open ground. There I saw Drownan, as a peer into the blue again soon became not an oceans habitat but scrolls holding the honeyed, airborne fleecing of the Persian sky,as the bellowing cloud and winds looked so much the western menagerie of fishes the arab or turk would see as the fresco of a greedy, capitalistic, lustful, totemistic, free-thinking, infidelity, astray from the blind servitude and devotion to the glory of continuous revolution in their hearts and minds, without peace; to ingratiate their God. This was not nor never could be mine. I wanted to see those dolphins again. I could not, no matter how hard I tried. My head started to pound , and I began to fall into sleep, as the blue skies began to fade, and Drownan would approach my litter, amidst the suns hotness, blowing an energys kiss across my right temple, and made me realize my wound was there, where Drownan would soon cradle in the cup of his hands, like Andre Gide in the parlor window that opened unto my bedroom caressing my cheeks, in the grand old house of the Pruchegots, my mother, pacing back and forth and my father Maximilian gone, never to see him again, yet not the concern of my strain of tears, but for the grace of God, my life began that night, the night my dear father became a ghost, and the smile of Oscar Wilde, in his final sickness, would both paint the blue dolphins of joy in my soul, of the deepest and most intense gravity, til Drownan came and showed me what to do upon the fields of destiny that lay across its teeming shores.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 18:04:23 +0000
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