18 November 2012
Through the Kaleidoscope I can see; A fashioned doll with a vibrating perfume sword. I call her Innocence.
And in the tiny silence; whispering lights. A ghost of infectious fragrance. I call her Decadence.
A flicker of fire, wings humming, a dazzling fountain dancing around a marionette. I call her Inspiration.
Glimpses of a dead place, sharpening. A hollow beat with a careless passion for me. I call her Love.
And promises wrapped in a twilight mask;luminous. Breathless winter snow, dusted with sadness. I call her Life.
Like a rhythm. Innocence. Decadence. Inspiration. Love. Life.
And then. A candlelit procession of exquisite religion. Death.
Kaleidoscope • Opuss № I