The temple door illusion

When I’m fearless
to invite you
inside my mirror ball,
the dream that never ended.
Can you do without your 15 minutes
of Fame?

There is no conclusion
in these colourful manifestations,
I am infinite, a chaotic principle,
no thought is deep enough
to be substantial
in this Garden of Love.

The (de)monetary factory
is trying to invent the wheel again,
while I’m painting the Universe
with infected Dirt
from the beginning of time.