7266. HIERONYMOUS BOSCH AND SIR LANCELOT TOO

HIERONYMOUS BOSCH AND 

SIR LANCELOT TOO

Characters in search of something : face, edifice,

conclusion. They've been with me all my life. The

only backdrop is, really, a kid's jelly donut, the kind

with white powder wrapped in that waxy paper. The

bakery person would reach into the tray, with the paper

and grab the donut. As simple as that  -  10 cents later,

it's yours. Or mine. Forget that. On a subconscious

level, I was given the world. Every schoolbook was

chiming in : Magellan sailed around the world,

Genghis Khan was ruthless, Charles Martel was, 

well, something or other. In my dreams I already

dwelt in the Temple at Rheims. It was, in actuality,

an ancient temple to Mars. Clovis saw stars.

The absurd reaches of all these histories,

I found, knew no bounds