A short piece, translated…
The flood from the myths came. The bed became adrift on the waters. On the bed, lay the lighted skies and the clouds, lazily, NOT wanting to pace. A pig, was smiling down on me, from the tallest building in the city, I’d waved to it, what an amazing will to survive! The bodily organs all drifted across from one street corner to the next. The flags from various nations, fell flattened, on to the poles that kept the traffic lights in place formerly. I’d opened up my virtual reality building online, hollered out to all passionately, “Those who survived, welcome to come in! Come in…………if my narrow-minded thoughts don’t brother you all.” Then, I’d dove underwater, like the way the artists sketched for the articles, used a sharpened scar, to sever them from the connections they’d made with their yesterdays.
And so, because there are only a small number of you who survived through this flood, so, you’d opened up, let others in, after all, you will need one another’s assistance, if you were ALL to survive together, in this world.