A flash of green is all I need
To send me into reverie
Amidst constricting walls and tides
A torrent Hell of forming chains
But when a flash of green floats by
The chains constrict, then fall to die.
In clinking flurries the tide recedes,
Snaking chains about me rise
And in that moment of despair -
A morbid graveyard of nightmare,
Obsession longs for touch of hand,
To hold, to breathe, that flash of green.
The flash of green is all I need. . .