Oni partying... those wise party gods
My eyes, my eyes, my eyes
The well...an eye...a mouth?
Humid walls of jaded stone. Plain surface for blinded hands. Has a light through its mouth shone? Yet this oiled shame descends.
Jump right in and take a dip. In your ego’s farthest dream. Psychedelic acid trip. Through this sea of colors swim.
A cat’s three folded requiem…
Many thoughts come to my touch. As you flap your wings to fly. And I hear your taunting cry. To the gods, the fates and such.
Sunny merry fur
Cuddly golden threads of air. Thinly thin as flimsy steam. Shape your velvet fluffy hair. Which my fingers love to skim.
Etheric butterfly… her phantom last truth
The cold phantasmagoric butterfly. With centuries of preparing, endlessly. Got out of its cocoon, meaninglessly. As soon she starts to live, she starts to die.
Sunflower of my Garden
My garden has no flower. Besides this single one. That fills me with her power. A love bright as the sun.