Rewritten: Kora in Hell: Improvisations II By William Carlos

When you hang your thoughts on the wall, you do not expect to see objections and them trailing in the dark. Nor would you expect to keep your barns clean by putting sand in a basket. However and of course if you are a genuine, generous, giggolo and the like going under your bed sheets every minute in the day you would not leave off the hype and expect to handle a gang of people without at
least mopping yourself on a dough, mortar as it may be. Then how will you expect a soft trickle
of bliss to follow you through the doors of this valley without—oh, come let us walk together
into the abyss awhile first. One must be really too much of something before his senses are
tuned to these words. You see there is a class of the mind between us. You think you can climb up from your gross mindset of these words and at a gesture fling it all off and fly out in silver to my sour tips. Ah, it is not that I do not pray for you, always!

Victor Oyedele