Colour-blind Dreams

I’ve known, I’ve seen, I’ve heard, I’ve felt:
I know how the day will end
And night begin, and how the stars
Peep out in turn, ‘fore clouds cover them.
How words follow words, and words, and words
Breath comes over breath, then passes on
But words never, never, never end;
Misplacing dreams and imaginings.

Wrinkles, so soft, and cracking bones,
Loosening tongues, the trembling grows;
Why O why O why must we go?
and without dying, lie in graves so cold…
Without sleeping must close our eyes,
Without laughing emit sounds wild, vile;
Without knowing, know it all
Without showing, without a sound.

It dabs at every corner; it seeks to dominate,
and meets no resistance, and indeed, no hate,
No looking back aids, though I remember once;
When doors were not open, I admired the woodwork
When buds seemed more lovely than roses full-blown;
When there was no human, just existence alone;
Lean back, head, or bow down and muse…