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