???

Hugged by a devil, scorched retinas begging
And a pariah administers a rorschach test;
I'm staring at mossy walls through a keyhole.
There's an angel readying a guillotine.
I could have sworn that I saw a lurching beast
Or blood and skin in a bowl.
And suddenly it hit me - in the gardens
Of mist, dust, and carnivorous plants,
Rocks that sang like Hemophiliac,
And bathing nymphs melted into the water -
I was jumping out of a plane above Montparnasse.