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GREY

I fell into a deep
Hamlet-like sleep

I couldn’t rember dreaming anything
         unless it was
of constantly correcting
himself
to ensure we were
in absolute agreement

when I waxed eloquent
talking complete nonsense
about the number, nature
and colour of the planets

and whether we were
real historucal figures,
characters in a play
or figments
in a dream

red planet
yellow planet
blue planet
green planet
orange planet

a whole rainbow spectrum
of coloured planets
.
and yet
life

    is prison grey.