“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