Baudelaire implores "Plunge into the depths of the abyss,Hell or Heaven,what does it matter?to the depths of the unknown to find it again!"i've begun to dance with the dadaists-embracing the ambiguous chance theatre of nonsense and whimsy-suicide by hallucination-a perpetual confrontation-a vertigo of souls in elegant flummox hover in harangue of haunted haiku-the mask within the fasade within the veneer-within....there is a melody into the soul of the miraculous into the pythagorean heart of  all things-there is a joy beyond the isms-a sacred utterance that dispels all ballyhoo-today i look in the mirrror and baudelaire gazes beyond the gaze and implores!!!