Entry to THE FIRST BALMY NIGHTS OF SPRING
Entry to grasstime daisy chain
Elevator up to orbit around empty chessboard
Emissions of anything not ethereal
Envelope into sleeping swans
Erode through elastic body into oceanic body
Emboss into gothic weapon
Enter the beauty of watching fruit decay in paintings
Electric current to the arcane talismans I keep inside lungs
Emergency exit to your paracosm
Elevator down to a valley of doors and naïve dream-dancers
Exit from dazed post-dream embarrassment
Enter the acceptance of present forms and then inevitable shape-shifts
Enter evolution; of swimming through and complete becoming
Exit into underwater kingdoms: medieval Atlantis, or circus aquarium
Ease into the curly thoughts, the ones that blush from volcanic red into opulent red (and back again)
Enter colossal iron gateway seeking potions, vials, elixirs for an extra moon, an extra message
Exit reading words in the sky
Exit words all together
Enter illusory feasts where everything is much too rich and metallic
Elevator back to dressing room to seduce your charlatan
Enter the drama to become even more confused about the firmaments of fantasy and reality
Enter the desire to caress a hideaway into a home
Enter attempts to forget creations of tiny sanctuaries, by regifting them to myself as the fool
Enter stage as burlesque as technomage as a harp which plays herself
End at the coda where I try to mix chaos and catharsis into a big fucking beautiful ballet