I am the black cosmic Charade
The closet, the tremble, the maze,
I am the red Master Façade
And I see straight through your haze.
Welcome, from under this Mask –
For soon you shall succumb,
I have you a sensual Sisyphus task,
Here, obediently, you shall come.
I will hold you soft in my hand,
And show you the language of stars,
Mon amour, right here, dans ma main,
l’esprit de Satie, Proust et Degas.
Hither, and tither, you’ll bend
To these ghost’s tender groan and sway,
Exquisitely artful, these strokes will tend
To your penance in masked ecstasy.
Copyright Kosmogonic 2018