Finding Calvin Pt. V - 1 - Desservir (Part I and II and III) (Updated 11/1/25)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

# or * = Minor Corrections

 Finding Calvin Pt. IV – 7 - A Master Unknown - Desservir

Seeing the chalice glisten

and the enlighted eyes infused

He approached the remaining sitted

like a virginous coy ingenue

Being aptly now confitted

it seemed up to Calvin now to choose

As he hoped for cherry lifted

For cheese and fermented brew# debut

As Calvin stood admitted

Within the black walnuted panoptic hue

The green ensconced far-off emitted

 caliginously betwixt consumed

He locked eyes with the ocupitted

known technically as the drupe

As he saw the inner composition

A nutmeat and is said a fruit

[...]

Calvin: may I?

[...]

Though Calvin remained suspicious

despite the delicacy he would choose

It lingered while he sipped it

as if refusing to move on through

Grabbing the Munster on the linen

Though whole it was a bit askew

Pungent, tender and pre-slitted 

At least a couple dozen cued

The tunic'd man intently listened

to the crackling hearthy cue

As Calvin paid it due visage

It seemed sheep too would be consumed

Calvin pondered the silent witness

Amid the cavernous ill-furnished room

He would take what’s in his vision

As long as it tasted and enlightened moods

Sitting like a grave inscription 

Atop Nero's colonnaded view

Calvin would need adept conviction 

Tethered in telepathic news

The tunic'd man's eyes seemed ill-transfixed*

And Calvin's too now seemed ill--subdued*

As Calvin was now imbidded

And now becoming ill-attuned

With Calvin's tentative sipping

He's contemplating the now shared view

The tunic'd man seemed intently hinting

At the shared language they'd both come to

He wouldn’t mind the portion’s lifting

He liked the dairy and fermented brew

For as they say in Paris

Faire d’une pierre deux coups

Captured by a fragrance drifting

An earthy, gamey and savory retinue

It filled Calvin with an effervescing

Or at least correlative the culprit's route

The laughing would become obsolesceing

As a slice of cheese became double a few

And the vintage from the known vestige

Belied what he supposedly really knew*

For the missing quarter became a crescent *

It seemed the Munster anabolically grew

Contrary to the empirically guessing

Eaten but yet still growing anew

And the roasting sheep now ill-scented

Beyond the pleasant savory nutty perfume

As the foul odor was bitter and acrid

With half the sheep disappeared from view

Calvin was now feeeling# heavy-headed 

Perhaps led poisoning has Calvin subsumed

Like the many before who spoke Latin

Succumbing to psychosis and irritable mood

Abandoning the witchy levened 

Evacuating the locus he attuned

Not knowing if it could be abetted

And what exactly should be presumed 

In the direction he was heading

He resituated for another room 

"Car le le mieux est l'ennemi du bien."

And shadows dynamically move

I think this will serve as one of three parts.  But we will see.

Given the complexity of this entry, here is a little clarification of the scene portrayed:

the view is of a seated tunic'd man in the center of a large dark room surrounded by sconces filled with green flame that creates an outer ring of light around the darkened center where the man sits ( Hence the black walnut hue)...panoptic because that is the view required to see the black walnut resemblance, and also hinting at the intuitive communion taking place within the narrative.  Calvin is leaving the room at the end of the scene after becoming sickened by the sheep's overcooking. 

I would like to thank God for giving me the inspiration and the vision for this entry. I honestly had no idea after the last one where this was going to go--but once again it seems to be fairing wel--well, maybe not for Calvin. But we will see.

 

Mysteries and questions:

The Monk is serving Calvin French cheese

Calvin surrenders unspokenly

Is that the common language telling?

Wir werden sehen

Part II - Donner De La Confiture Aux Cochons 

Addley pacing the stoned staircase

Scaling the turn then main landing

Seeing atop the yew-strunged flat base

Pubesceing naivety becoming more deranged *

For standing erect with chalice to face 

Staring intently from where they became

Further distraught he ascended apace

For the one once lost once again reclaimed 

Ascently enwrapping the yewed domain

To find what was seen again seen just the same *

Another wooded sequence and continued taunting

From the dark statued man mysteriously gemein

Calmly sitting with one knee araised * 

On the slit's inward splaying embrace

Peering out the arrowed snakey stoned gaze

As if to allay any À la hâte 

Calvin continued making his strides away

The fourth and fifth floors he'd seamlessly pave

Passing the tunic'd man dilating known space

Like will-o'-the-wisps or liminal feys

But on the sixth floor immersed in dark shade

As if all past scenes were just slides projecting

No tunic'd man just hearth's vacuity

And an eerie enveloping becoming too settling 

Calvin arose atop the steeped stairway

To a walnuted frame he'd conscientiously sway

Topping concomitted merlonic concaves

Jagged amid crenellations Falle

Part III - La Superposition Essentielle

Two impressments and foreign speech

opponens abductor accompanied 

Now awakened from fugued unbeing

With eyes below he imminently reached

Moments' past without memory

Without momentary understanding

Nesting a shadowy belfry 

And a hearth's mandalaic opening

Though bone-colored flesh cruciate

The lined axis fades expeditiously 

Finding parapet's crenellates

Beyond the gray horizons he surveyed

With mouth arid and head ingrained

He sought a headwater or burn escape

Composition re-taut again

For the trek enwrapping the stoney gaze 

Peering the darkness whence he came

He crept in the silence more silently 

Through antechamber's hollowed space

Heeding solar unseen initially

With doors open he found it strange 

And the raven etchings ebony framed

Spiral patterns awkward asplayed 

Resurrecting disturbings unconveyed

With amenities draped in shade 

From dark purple aperture filtering

An occlusion openly laid 

A three by three box's spined lettering

Ruminating over Marseille 

Dark rituals and foreign blood lettings

But mensa's ebony replayed

Evoking dark jamb's mountain mystery *

Beside it a small book would lay

Vellum sheets with dark calfskin covering 

Appellated Das Schwarze Ei

Displaying a dark image unsettling

Peering akin a perched osprey 

Truth waivering atop the moving seams

Reflects, refracts, reverberates

Revealing the unseen yet seen to be

Possessing images reappraised 

On weighed subspace's splitting ebony

Like Pharaoh letting Jews escape

Only to follow them to darker seas

Fleeing Jungian contemplates

To a trinket collection to be seen

Symbols, animals and lost saints

Never to be nor worn collectively

Leaving de-lighted purple shade

Weaving throughout the domained enwrapping 

Layerings identically laid

Vast open square yards for two's tailoring

All hearths fostered the lost remained

Embalmed by all-engrossing green-hued flame

But what seen shant be seen regained

Only ivory's bright silver fillings 

Submerging a descent unplained

Far below the towering escapade

But no further could he prostrate

Beyond the brownstone door in dark space raised

Gleaming epigraphic branchings 

And another image with subtexting

Bold THECEL among lowercase

With steelyard statera hanging a king 

I tried to stick to an 8 by 10 syllable count.  I think I succeeded.  

This will serve as the 3rd of 4 entries, I think.  

There are Easter eggs that you can figure out..  Either way they will be briefly elaborated upon  within the next three entries. 

*$* - As an aside, I have several areas that I will revisit when the story is completed to make Calvin more palatable and to intellectualize or at least mask the ignorance within the story. Also, I might leave Mr. Lamington with a singular identity when I revisit the text, though for a symbolic device I like the dual identity.  

*$* Future Dialogue refinements:

Part 1 mushroom trip 

Part 2 last 2 entries

Part 4 A Layering Bar Scene

(More of a personal reminder--but sharing is caring <3 )

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