Anne Frank in Gaza - Johnny Pulp and the Lemondrops

Ceyx on the beach will witness the age If there are things beyond perceptions there’s no use looking for them. Avicenna was your buddy. You gave him hues and corporeal habits. He called you the vice capital of existentia. Happiness isn’t there. Your exact habit of argument was fruitful nevertheless. There’s a haphazard sense to the lizard and its altercations. The bathroom roach is capable of loneliness but knows nothing of prophecy. The chess players by the gold souks have only learned their habits. Your causal chains are something natural. They go to high regions and hence we all agreed your humanity is higher too. The discerning intellect crosses the waters to the ancient caves & repels all harm. You experimented with friends and enemies alike. There were times you hypothesized beyond any practical need. You sought genera, differences, reasons, and causes in each abandoned loom as the eloquence of weavers. Word endings and facts don’t teach poetry. Your metrical cola ignored fixed rhymes. You said each colon constituted a statement. Your built moulds were Arabic and methodological. What insight did you give when observing the last moon? The real meaning of the first walk is the loom of memory when the stomach is empty and the mind jumpy. You never forced poems nor lovers. You told the elders to avoid mystical lines and prophetical subjects. Your tongue is without mass. You take the broken pots and restore them to new vantage. Vessels of gold, silver, shells, mother-of-pearl, glass and clay can all carry water from the well. Your eyes are darker than the solitude that embraces you. Few can tell the exact degree of anyone’s capacities. Spaniards had a mild religion and yet were frantic with Mexicans. Sacrifices became anatomised superstitions. You though slept with Gelon and he stopped the Cartheginians from killing their children even after conquering three hundred thousand. What warrior breaks to such gentle accord? And then Alexander in your arms with the Bactrians. He stopped mastiffs eating their aged fathers. Your materials deviate the method of juridical expression. You occupied the larger colours of the soul in each conqueror. Would you have delivered Hannibal to Romans? Your sweets and fruits are idle pretense. You understood the torrents of blood overspread the earth. Glory is nothing but pride and not legitimate. Language a habit on the outside. It’s one thing to abandon your camps, take the camels on the march, or horses, or apparitions or dream of the beloved beyond condolence in elegies of kalimah. Charity quite another thing. Your complexity isn’t obligatory. You avoid straight lines and mix your killer wit with ornamental dignity. You danced with Persians, Byzantines, Turks, Berbers, Spaniards, even English secretaries. The best women have no children and cultivate probity and religions. Singing depends on poetry and battles. Fallen dynasties are good for history and eloquence. You changed your mind under the influence of solecisms. Five consonant words are the longest letter combination found in anything you ever said. Or wrote. But your dreams were different. You omit all the words that are not used. In the ancient cities of al-Kufah and al-Basrah you are still seen. Your duration nature has not limited. All your garments are the finest linen, run through with gold thread, crushed velvet, and silk. Yet you work like a pack animal. Wherever you arrive it is a festival. Mangonels are set up on the backs of mules and camels and elephants. You tested various degrees of bigness and smallness. You always count the inhabitants of the cities. You paid them from your own income. Monuments are close to senility. Prison was all rat meat. Was that duration unlimited? You studied France at its highest pitch. Muscovy was then Crim Tartery. Aragon apart from Castille. England and Scotland unformed. All grandeur is relative. You bribed your way to freedom. You travelled the twenty-three towns of the Lycian Republic. You reminded them Greece was undone as soon as the kings of Macedon took their seats among the Amphictyons. Despots ravage and desolate their frontiers to render their hearts inaccessible. They place distant provinces into the hands of a great vassal. You watched feudatories of Tartars, Moldavians, Wallachians, Transylvanians preserve the Turk. Despots fear fortresses. You make irreversible your changes. Irreversibility is the opposite of humanity and the meaning of the gods, who always cry. You killed the calf with a hammer and ate it raw. These were the desperate times, noble and calm but at the cost of rape. This is esoteric horror. No one could envy such prices. A Pythagorean at this stage, you refuted sacrifice thus. Your chambers are dry. Your formulations taint the roots and disturbances of the fullest of crimes. Who could follow this proportion of suffrages? This is your metaphysical moment and first civilizing gesture after the savagery. You were wise but not believed at this point. You read Ovid on the havoc of ritual and found a fellow spirit. You spat at priests and others such like. Their muteness communicated no vindication. When the sandstorm came it hid the Aventine Hill and whatever was drawn from the sky. When Jupiter demands a life Numa gives him fish, as if ill-equipped to talk to gods. Your sober craft is hard and pragmatic. You dug up those buried alive in the Forum Boarium. Everyone becomes one of your characters in the end. Before wine, nectar intoxicated the gods. You eat blackberries, sunflowers, mulberries and there are fruit bats and high rocks. What you expand into immensity is historical fidelity. The merganser on the Gulf of Oman skims the kiss of scalding waves. You are on the beach as a last witness.