No moon was on that sea
But slimy toads that swam
All green-bronze and dirty
On that thick bosomed sea:
A pilgrim with a beard
Alone walked on the sea
The waves to him obeyed
Though humble dressed was he:
And here and there fish
Arose to the surface
That moved not:
In that desert sea
Where no land near was
Where no land seen was
Even
Even in the distant leagues:
No moon was on that sea
But slimy toads that swam
All green-bronze and dirty
On that thick bosomed sea:
No moon, no sound, all mute
And the Sub-Conscious was
And the Sub-Conscious be
And the Sub-Conscious will be
On that sea.
No even wind, no moon light
No but dark night
No issuing of star light
Not even paddling of a wave
But silence
Silence
Silence
On that dreary dirty sea
No wind, no moon, no sound.
Emmanuel George Cefai
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-moon-was-on-that-sea/
