Karma Intro
It is not the fashion to see the lady in the prologue
Nor for an eye that may profit by my tongue. But you have not yet seen me.
And I am not by the book
Marry this gamester my merry crew
Don your doublet and hose
Let us have an audience for a world or two
You thought you had seen all the fair faces
In the fiery loins of your youth
A fortun’d corner takes your breath away
Waters your eyes and soaks your skin to a cold shiver
Dare you turn your head to look again?
Look how I cut the air spinned behind my limbs
My sword tempered stride burning light from heaven’s eye
Brought down to heel beneath my foot
What bravery must you summon to look at my whole?
What if my stolen look is discovered under the curl of hair that hides my brightest eye?
Might you be blinded
Stone turned into a statue
Crumbled salt in the wind
You’d be burnt up in a flame licked out of Hell’s red pit
But fear not, for I am not your apocalyptic doom
Heard every morning as breaking news
Nor am I the monster that haunts your dreams
I am the light that dances on the edge of what seems
The whisper of the wind and a song on the breeze
The pulse of life that beats beneath your skin
For in this world of masks and mirrors
I am the truth behind everything that lies
The fire that warms you even as it dies
The star that guides you even as it blinds
So take my hand, and let us go back in time
Through the night and into a new dawn sublime
For though the journey may be perilous
The reward is beyond measure
And in the end, we shall stand together
Beneath the open sky, free and unafraid
So fear not the darkness, nor the light
For both are but reflections of the same delight
I have found new ways to shape your view of the world
I am a sculpture born from the hand of the master
I am a crushed fistful of lapis lazuli
I am the heat of mercury and sulphur
I am the sword of light in the darkest recess of the temple
I am Cocteau’s best kept secret
I am Duchamp’s next move
I am the stolen diamond in Genet’s pocket
I am the rush of the opiate’s relief
I am the call of Ramadan from the minaret
I am the bark of a dog in the Kings Valley
I am the assassin’s silence that begs to be broken
I am the babe of the egg
My name is Karma Love Kid.
By me is pervaded all these universes.