Beneath a cold metallic rain
I hear its name, in ordered chaos
Feel its colour and its claim
A nocturnal light descends
Penetrates memories
And I find myself, I abandon
Trinkets and incense in favor
Of iridescent sounds
As powdery blackness violently
Calls; I see and weep
Buried in elegance of tenebrous
Shadows unheard;
Clothed in misfortune;
Scarlet tragedies of all the books unread
Are we living or just not dead?
Shaded dreams of mock disguise
Dribbling faith and ancient time
Dark suffering farce; I am gone;
To be a very wicked madman
A pauper of the mind
But still wearing my red jacket
Leave for Africa
Where the sun drowns every day
In a deathly sea
Here I try to hunt down
My memory
Yet inhale the perfume
A million scents
And become beyond my own logic
Where I find ecstasy of discovery
In the world of my mind