Brain

Brain That is Filling with soot Power station of Disease City of dirt Light and clean Grasses bright On these we tread On this tiptoe When the moon comes Out of the clouds To gladden us. Gamma evolution Through The city walked I Through The deserted city Stress Stress Stress Light and clean Grasses bright On these we tread On this tiptoe When the moon comes Out of the clouds To gladden us. Thus goes life Beauty and not Beauty and less Of beauty grades Beauty as dawn Beauty that gives Birth to Dawn Beauty that hand In hand With Dawn carries herself. Light and clean Grasses bright On these we tread On this tiptoe When the moon comes Out of the clouds To gladden us. I walked in the sand My footprint Stuck in the sand I walked in moon light In dark only lit By the stars’ light: I walked I walked in the sand And it was night. Light and clean Grasses bright On these we tread On this tiptoe When the moon comes Out of the clouds To gladden us. In the sand In the magic Of the night The diamonds Hidden lay Blinding throughout The hectic day Of Earth On Earth Light and clean Grasses bright On these we tread On this tiptoe When the moon comes Out of the clouds To gladden us. It be the dusk. In the background And helter-skelter Figure after figure Black and grey Moves as On the film: Stealthy yet bold Are these the specters Of all nights here? The ghosts and shrouds? The rattling skeletons Of the rattling teeth? Light and clean Grasses bright On these we tread On this tiptoe When the moon comes Out of the clouds To gladden us. Figure of bronze That affronts so many A wintry day The tempest prongs The frost The rain The snows Look! The snows still Lie at the base of the Obelisk. The waters frozen Caught In an X-ray A photo static Universe of remembrance And of pain And of emotions Most combined! Light and clean Grasses bright On these we tread On this tiptoe When the moon comes Out of the clouds To gladden us. Sing the night-winds Sing the waters Sing the night-waters Sing pyramids Tall and pointed Under cold Egyptian skies Verona plays and Venice The violins strings: A cathedral in Cologne Stays up at night And organ music heard Playing behind The closed cathedral doors. At Saint Paul’s there Be No noises, no sound But silence And a crowd Motley and subdued By the sweet Thames: Sing! Sing! Sing! It be so frosty! Warm Up the heart For the crowd down Speaks not Humble frustrated And demoralized Under the cold heavens Under the cold skies The waters freeze Stay up; and in The heavens form An adjacent rainbow Of a narrow frost: Red noses in the clouds Reflected in twilight Waters and shadows: See the bat shrieks aloud Whirls its stealthy way Out of the light of Both the dusk and day! See the closed doors Open them to the waters Of skies that pour Not cruel waters cold But rays of a new Dawn And a new day!