Without thinking we are only
    dreaming, colours feeling out
    the white noise,

our film is opaquing blue
    generating blue noise, grey
    and going home again

our film withouting dreaming
    and the world becoming blue,    blue
    becoming green with no line between

so blue,
    deer are standing underneath the floodlights
    eyes downcast

at an albatrossing sky,
    and there are many animals
    blurring in the backlight

in to with and despite
    deer understanding the floodlights,    think,
    there was no moment when the change occured,

lines turning into curves, a pink suggestion
    sounding out our image
    going home again

where we were shapes and sounds and so on
    lately photons
    curving back the origins of light

lately looking
    in the dream is wiping down
    a screen, colours gather

in the film that clings
    to us there's only ever
    one thing.