Purple

Looking in the corner of a magic round room

Trying to find the bottom of the top

From the imbetweenal plane



Ultraviolet craniums glowing with seductive scent

The circus now surrounds me, attractive but obscene

I do not understand me, can you repeat me please?



A strange and distant melody, provoking an absurdity

Opaque, my existence from the end to the start

Numbing creation but creatively inspired

I do not understand me, can you repeat me please?



Particles of Edis Saloc

Taste the thought-provoking breeze

An interpretation of creation

Feel the uncontrolled in oscillation

But a vision of alienation



Enter into a labyrinth, a new direction to uphold

New inputs accepted, then as earing the world still turns

And Mother Nature will never grow old



Purple, angles found in symmetrical visions

Impossibilities come to life

Edis Saloc stripped from nature

Severely severed, placed in a pyramid