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Nephrite jade from the mines of the Kunlun Mountains. Tongking musk from the north of Vietnam. Clove from the Maluku Islands. The Silk Road gives you all. Like Joseph, my life has been sold to the spice merchants, only I have sold myself. I am the wheat from Edessa. I am the gold from Mali around your emperor’s neck. I am everything you could ever want, until you find yourself in the long lost Malaysian kingdom of Pan Pan, where the silk from Mawangdui makes you yearn for even more. And in spending your first night in the Hindu palace as an embassy, I caress you with my sheets, I dress you with my clothes, and provide you with visions of a woman from your home. She watches you from inside her silk veil, one treasure in another, swaying, tilting, measuring her pose, her appearance, her worth. [Pete Bradt] |
