So amusing was it to see
All these faces smiling at me—
Gaunt faces echoing me—
Dancing with restless chagrin.

All these echoes grinning at me,
Constantly unsettling me,
Peering ever down at me,
Searching from outside within.

Swaying— with repugnant glee.
Brandishing— a pound of flesh.
The consequence: separate reality.

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

Visions of cornea, the sin etched into blank husks.
Concoction: of-the-brain bouts of ephemeral greed,
Once more printed 'pon cornea-husk.
These are the ******* Imprints;
The rancid souls of subterranean devils,
Gaping, flat-footed, throughout the course of time.
The memorandum of a navigation substance
Used during rituals for the ascension of the dead;
An imprintation upon the dark entrance void,
Interlocking the locations of blasphemous dread.

Burnished green,
Coloured crimson—
Reminiscent of the city of Dis.

Rising from churning seas of the onyx chagrin!
Carrying clandestine echoes of a civilisation within!
Dismantled— reassembled—
Delivering concrete messages to a futuristic kin.

Gaunt of the clergy,
Gaunt of the orchid,
Gaunt of a worship violation,
Conjuring apparitions of violent dissent!
The blue and the teal, they kneel, unseen,
Receiving concrete messages from a cardinal, unseen.

Sun bearing down upon the straining, emerald trees!—
Many eyes and many limbs reach skywards,
Towards temple steams.

Though the form is abstract in nature,
And the lines are intrinsically Art,
The eye reverberates— gyrations!—
Revelations of that which cannot be seen:
That which is wrought by design.

Streams of dreams of consciousness,
Of streams of green of consciousness,
Of green of streams of consciousness dreams,
Of dreams of walls of consciousness,
Of streams of green, of green,
Of green of streams of green consciousness,
Of streams of green consciousness, of green, of streams,
Of dreams of green consciousness green,
From streams of green consciousness streams.
With green streams of consciousness green.