Not two but three theories

The Opening of The Kernel

The words of Conrad.
This was a new scale of discourse thou
one which did not speak of itself
nor lied.

The King of yore
was magnificent
he sought and bought
a Gem of an idea.

Abdul can fly;
The snake slithers but not for real.
The poet had a lover.
The Harem was real.
The Paan was stale
The tale was born.

Never thou,eat or spit out,
since thou are a King
or spill secrets in the bin.

But it did occur,thrice in a framework from
the last months thought
like the lone witness
of the truth.

Of the Lie
a beautiful supposition happened
the snake was a mechanical device
to shock a shift of timeframe.

From the real to flow of Consciousness.

People lied but the walls spoke.
It was pure sound and light.
The shams and rocks spoke of a variety of deeds.
Some false some pure melodies.
The birth of a dawn or swell of desire.
The flight of Abdul of the wings
in that province of Eiderabad.

An Intertext.