Mountain Gloom

Mountain gloom
fallen on grand waters,
sinks,
into splash circles.
Green light beneath blue skins,
green dreams,
green drops of fire.
Heaven,
in a small plastic box.
Ears of metal,
one eye,
no teeth,
yet it bites.

Waste bin universe,
recycled.
Fragmented mind consumed,
digested,
molten mentality,
the taste of thought.
Always the same in the end,
always.
The universe looks up
and says
"We're going to need a bigger boat".

When the vibrations hit the wall,
the colours fell,
gathering into a small heap on the floor,
golden star dust.