bubbling blackening putrefaction
completing the first stage
decomposition of prime elements
gray matter decay
decay of prime matter
what matters is that you save nothing
transmute
analyze existence
release
infuse the prime matter
the elements composition
flour
gold
magnesium, zinc, copper
calcium(?)
selenium, wolfram
sodium, sugar, copper
chromium
nitric acid
lead
They called him Morgan Dempster Morgan
And he wore his name with pride
Though he didn’t have a heart
Just selenium cells inside
And he took all his food
From the wind from the sun
Gathered as he cruised
In his ever constant run
To and from the asteroid belt
The edge of near deep space
Helping mankind win
Their on going race
To repair their damage
To their home Planet Earth
Mining all the elements
No longer any dearth
Shunting them surely to
The growing colony base
Up there on the moon
In near home space.
The ice caps re forming
The ozone layer complete
And a growing healthier earth
Lay beneath mankind’s feet
Many lessons learned
Among those not the least
The planet was to share with every
Kind and species of bird and beast.
Gone all the ambitions of
The Colonising of space
Until they had learned properly
To care for their earth base
Morgan Dempter Morgan
Of the Android Space Fleet
Labouring with man to
Make the job complete.
Though he didn’t have a heart
Just selenium cells inside
They called him Morgan Dempster Morgan
And he wore his name with pride
There once was a man from Brazil
Found eating nuts made him feel very ill
He was a Brazilian
So he ate a million
He's nuts, cos he's eating them still
For the day when thee head hits pillow
In that last breath of might
In that starry time of night
Where one travels to another world
Almost as lucid as ours
And envisions malice and might
Perched upon a hill
Awoken adjacent to a mighty spire
Gleaming of silver, selenium, and solitude
Upon day it stood still
Casting shade guided by time
But as twilight faded to night
It shone beams of miraculous light
Perched upon a hill
A picturesque scene
The Autumn breeze blew tales of wonder
Down the fields of green that grew yonder
carrying the scent of the azaleas and sweet grass that bloomed below
¬¬¬A glimpse at such a sight
A pleasure by day- Gift by night.
What a sight to see
If only you could see it with me.
And their she will be waiting
At the foot of the spire
Bathing in the midday sun
Waiting for your return
As she loves you so.
You will be united once more
And live happily forever more
But this world is no place for two
Only accessible one person at a time
Stuck in a periled pantomime.
I love you so
Goodbye my darling.
How silent lies a lone ghost ship
that lists, tethered to its mooring
having run aground
inside a dying dream, now distant.
Unearthly selenium skies hang
mute, limp and discordant
absent of air, breathing death.
I drift alone in an ominous ocean
devoid of water
hovering in a vacuum of anonymity
absent of that ever essential
liquid of life.
I am inert, obscure and obtuse
languishing in a catatonic state.
A yawning expanse of emptiness
marks a melancholy existence
as if Mars happened
upon a forgotten corner
of the earth.
I feel lost, as I look up
into surreal clouds
congregating
in solemn penitence
watching as they move
upwards and downwards
at random intervals.
Morose are the disturbing dreams
that can send a vulnerable soul
into the abyss of madness.
How freeing it is to awaken
to the renewing gardens of sanity.
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