The Camel

The Camel is known to move, shedding and happily still. Precisely as you know it is you know it is one hump or two. It is a Camel of Bactria, Gertrude. Now you are you and can progress now. We feel safe progressing. This way it is hell. Hell is more sure than not hell because we know where it is going more. With names. After a name you can do anything and go into hell and be sure to signify but not before. Before there is worse risk and Art imperils risk. Naturally. You are too logical to be Gertrude because you are dead. It was stealing for a moment but then she refused. She refused her refusal Gertrude and then it was given she felt. There was now access happily. She woke up very naturally which means it could not be trusted. We were already sinologists. That is what we knew we knew. Not any language. We knew them all of course at first. They left their signs sloppily everywhere and it never came in handy. Lifting belly came in handy. The camel happily up. The sloping camel. Up the slope. I watched Gertrude for some time and then not. Here and there watching. It was and will be of equal importance with no past. As tree as rainbow at any time. At dark at all. What’s to be careful with is the manner of the dying. To the side this or that or any of it. I looked at it for a long time and never died. Finally the ending. It is so kind along the way. She looked and looked with passing interest at each side of it. Siding with this side and now that. Never any one all the way. Best to keep in mind how you have to have them in mind to know. Which Camel. Unhappily. Aesthetically simultaneously. Bactrian, naturally, and naturally Gertrude living, the aesthetically unfortunate. While happily camel in rest.