I
Feast your eyes upon this current
A history of things long forgotten,
Eraser marks-abundant smears
On this current.
This is the mauve universe,
A purgatory of notions from which
No ideas will come
Filtering through like soap bubbles,
Piercing our dimension’s pores.

II
It exists in no dimension,
But extends to all-
A great river of a current
To carry our notions through.
What once filled the hearts of men
Now discarded, and carried on a zephyr
As pieces of notebook paper
Torn out, and the pages made new again.
The current never stops. It moves
Slowly onward towards vast eternity-
Our discarded notions move to it
Like lost souls to a one way train.
An eternal business this current makes

III
Wasted dreams-
Splendid wonders-
Day old notions-
Worn ideas-
Forgotten memories-
Journey to a one way train
Journey like lost souls.
The murmuring current,
Is upon her slovenly children
Whisking to and whispering fro
The places eternally vanished.
The current, unbraced over shadows and glows-
The long...sonorous...multitudinal current,
Being loudly everywhere,
Straddles our dimension’s pores