As a child I dreamt in textures
They used to scare me
Their colors were ambiguous
A metamorphosis unfolding before me
Hallucinations of other dimensions
are nothing new
But these visions
always led me to the same place
A lost time, in a deep forest
With fell trees
The glow of its essence
Was a mute, but telling verdigris
It’s damp mist
was surrounded
by a smothering darkness
This hue was not alone
It’s greenstone seemed infected
by ochre, azurite and vermillion.
And it’s fibers were terrible and large
They took up the whole sky
And the green stays with with me to this day
When my mind is empty
It’s still there
Waiting to be dreamt back into existence.
This color scares me
but I can’t help but be attracted
This green
My souls shadow.
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