stygian green

“Colourless green sleeps furiously,

in the stygian blue aether of the day-night

but one day still, in burning ice

Will colourless green awake

And then will fill the empty world

With its undying wake”

We found this verse on marble tomb

Down lands still far away

Past moonlight streets,

electric forests,

We searched down eager ways

We spoke the tongues of those beloved

and those bemused and frail,

We heard words muted, ideas unknown

And found the world,

Down near the dried out lake

We saw there all the rats in amber,

and moons in pebble stones

and somewhere still i heard the dreams

come from those lands unknown

a nightmare met under bright lights

a madness come undone

upon a field of lillies black i saw a static clear

with waves come onto particles

and dead or living cats

a shrodinger and heisenberg

fell from a crimson tree

and everything made sense at once

while nothing all was clear

and then i stared back at my wall

till all the rapids cleared

the shapes moved into patterns

explaining abel’s sin

and then my mind

came to my own

and all i saw was paint

born i was onto this world

a speck of colourless green

damian bemben