Fantasticalpaintings

In our own engineered shed of wooden hope,  grotesquely we sailed like we already knew, That earth was gone for good and that animals and humans too, We arose from the ocean the day before Friday,  and took with us our memory of such things, but also of Land itself and the different colours of light, And we stood forever on the sea, lost  That man, after our hibernation, might have made a harmless society, Our own reminiscence seemed to take hold, Bold our divine idea, really, for Soon its turned to shreds, For we have come to a place that is Neither that nor before a place that has simple this and that and a blanketed face But we want to live again, so that is More than worth our case Maybe we have watched too many movies from the Time Before It all Happened It is our fault, the deniers, the escapists, albeit the survivors too

They have all done the steps of the rail, Except for the ladies of the dock and the shipmaster and the fish that just swoops, No one ever swims at this time of year, or any other time, Time is just getting its feet back, It is teeming in the dark alley ways, And near the country side, which is in  a strange green, The new people are large in step and posture, and are braver than the last, But will not know of the Real, They like walking in a medieval city, There are still trees and river outside, The gate is closing, the day is nearing, And the great fish swoops past the harbour island entrance where they all used to live

Oh! There is Light!, or if  it is something else - Be it something else for our sakes, oh dear hope! The Grecian columns and stairs and The feeling of an Isle; Picking me right up. The green caves and vegetable gardens: They are stored and categorized so well So well now our city' s roofs can Grow and; Cascading inside us all will be that something else from nature, from our hidden universe: To save us back to the surface and to the latter:  Forever we shall Seek the  hidden sky of blue trees and yellow light once more.