Manifesto
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.
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