an immense bowl of smoldering lace
a filigree inferno crowded with spires
and statues in wailing colors
distance imperfectly spreads
a grotesque lavender haze
across the pinks of glowing
where seductive goblins dwell
on the ravages of Oriental time
in painted glory
we go down
into the morning sun
of an iridescent basin.
a gorgeous chasm
bursts
uprising
with decoration
Otohime 