Let us go explore the lure of brightness

offered up by an awoken orchid.

It will not reveal what it has not hid

at the entrance in bold righteousness:


a sharp yellow carpet invites the warm

trusting traveller to the cool candy cane

stage of pure sensation.  Dont fear, no harm

will come to those who are beyond the pain


of foresight. And hindsight serves no reason

for those that have forgotten.  Oh, we dance

upon petals of purity.  Seasons

change as minds set against the cruel romance


led astray by the cruel, bitter heckel

of the wild laughter of the winged jackal.