[Episode 6] Queen Of Sheba

She arrives.

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[Fiction] Queen Of Sheba, Episode 5

Episode 6, Starting…

…It’s not that I’m bothered about your actions,
I’m simply flowing through the grid lines of space.
I’m the whites, you’re the space.
Queen Of Sheba, come here.
Have you heard of the red and blue tulip bird?
Especially the red tulips.
The one that opens and shines red, flower morning.
Queen Of Sheba, come here.
HHAVE you heard.

My King, King of Wisdom,
Crown is gold with perfect triangles and balls.
I’ve come with rubies, loads of carats.
How can I be grateful?

…Queen dazzling with thin silk gold overflow,
Bracelets, ear-ring, women in curves, loyal men, no soldiers here.
Red tulips unfolds one more time.
My Queen, you’re most welcome, 
My name is King Solomon.

How flavour do you like your wine?
Golden cup is stretched open wide, half circle.
We are in the palace here, everywhere is gold like, of course.
On my back, my dress cape is a red velvet.

We have to hold on for a second here. A cape for a king is a royal mantle, is more than a piece of cloth. It’s a spectacle of majesty as he rolls and adorns his visuals and perspectives, a fabric enigma woven from power, prestige and providence. My cape—is red velvet. 

Queen of Sheba, my cape is red velvet.
Welcome, to my Isreal.
A place that flows like water rivers.
Horizontal shimmering pink and white painting on a cream canvas.
The inner core of flowing that babies.
Travelling traverse-space.
To a dedication.
Red tulips unfolds one more time.
Blue tulips unfolds.
Paint Marsh of yellow.
You’re meeting King Solomon, Queen of Sheba.

The first person I would like to introduce you to
Is my Chamberlain, my chief steward,
…A spiral hand waves in bowing greeting.
These are the women of the house,
Most of them are just friends.
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I’m the whites, you’re the space, red tulips in fast motion.
In the essence of particles turning to white dust in space,
We entered one,
And then, we are in everywhere.
Queen of Sheba, enough of the introductions,
Let me take you to my nowhere.

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