The Language of Fancy

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