Muses spin white whispered yarns
to still the box of the soul.
Eyes fall sweet; the spell adorns
all of man’s truths ever told.

Syrupy lyrical tunes
dance like sunny cream chiffon
with love that kill gods and moons
and steal dreams and much beyond.

Tipping wishes onto rainbows
rising smoke, dull serpent’s scales.
Full swollen gilded blooms throw
forth silk stripes like smooth stone trails.

Where these lonely paths unfurl
visions of lost horizons
draw slave’s otherness to curl
upon master’s endless sins