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.