Sequin constellations lace a beckoning frothing storm.
Fading into fields of Sicilian brocades, ecclesiastical vestments
And ethereal forests under blankets of silvery incense.
Painted Salvation mountains disintegrate into
Formaldehyde oceans, cellophane fishes and adobe reefs.
When confronted with the silence,
Reply with a haiku,
Singing,
God is beautiful,
Sometimes.
Bloated salmon carcasses float on lavender scented bubble bath rapids,
Splay legged nymphomaniacs bloom from its fertile banks.
Plastic forests with chrome undergrowths
Go up in smoke in the peak of an Australian summer,
Thirsty for the sound of rain like a Stockhausen dreamscape
We thrive in this celestial planet of amorous twilight.
A sweet leitmotif plays on as
Angels play hide and seek,
Singing,
Heaven is a utopian
Ideal.
Auschwitz-Birkenau, Christmas Eve '07
Photographs taken on various my nomadic escapades.
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