Turned Into Water Andfled Away - 6 Comments

I sat down one morning
Tanking shelter beneath the shade of a Jacaranda tree which flared up into millions of blue flowers
My mind a winged animal flew into the blue shadows which enveloped the city of Madagascar -
The blue, blue colours, dropped along the dreamy streets by the old wounds of its opulent body, led the mind into the mysterious lands of Malaya, into elementary labyrinths of the African soil, into the subterranean psychic depths of those dark continents populated by black dances of the mystic gods, filled with ravishing clouds of smoke, spat out by growling incense of oriental censers; Phantoms of all hideous forms and faces leaping out in multitudes from the hoary throats of native drums -
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