What joy, what an experience, to delve

into the heart of matters, to taste

of candies behind locked drawers

and of secrets stolen in the midnight

hours, where friends become kindreds

and the temporary bliss becomes

stamped in red ink, red passion

flows like lava, pulsing livid heart

takes form, materializes

from behind the mirrors, planes

merge and the multiverse

becomes vibrant with the opitmal

… … it is permanence of strings

that will not break.