Gampi Dialog |
Gampi Dialog He: Only as the written word subsides does the veiled older chamber begin to speak. She: Away with my lace-curtain! I wish she spoke as rare as bleeding steak and suitable for cannibals with truffles. You make me hungry, but the cupboard is bear. He: In tongues and hands, she marks her way among the bares with red-rubbed ciphers sticky with the honey color of cadmium and odorous rose madder ground from roses. ....All this stolen from the backside of her father's book!!!!! She: I am all tears even so; for as a lidless dinosaur I can only dream the coming of the rain!! (though little do the andro-so-called-sapiens know of that!) But can I dream then long enough to see the gotterdamerung beyond the doldrums of mens' villainy? He: May her veiled eyes see head-free as her fingers touch the loamy source. She: (yielding)...... Third Voice: Fleet-tongued Daphne flees barefoot to the woods and safety transforming herself nimbly into the soft leaved gampi tree.... He (over-turned): Inflation is definitely a problem.... She: Seedless and bastard born his words come sweet immaculate and bare the pyth and fruit of history without its bulk. |