Kaleidoscope

The crowd, the impact
The car tumbling into the wall
Faintly, she heard them coming
Spinning wheels movement

Where had they been before?
Black alley, a high-tension tower
Feathery touch, frozen expressions
Of red and purple
Half-down eyelids

I want to know my fortune

Breathing heavy, fluttering in the breeze
Hell is overflowing
I've caught a shooting star
"Mycale, gift me the moon"
The spirit will answer you, "I cannot grant your request
Because they abandoned the sense of choice"