Idleness & Consequence

The boy took a stroll along the shores of the well-constructed brook,

carefully climbed a waterfall, built of semiprecious rock ...-

and gazed at the crystal that he had picked up from the ground.

Washing the boy's bare feet, the cold clear water lapped around,

murmured silently, as it flew underneath the boy's white gown ...-

so that he, somewhat leaking, became the semblance of a well.

As he laid the crystal down again, the pale boy realised

that his feet had meanwhile turned to marble: dark green, ochre & white ...-

yes, the poor boy gradually petrified.

With a furious hiss a black cat attacked

his three-coloured, fair-haired rabbit of luck ...-

and the startled, pale, rattled boy.

"Behold, my blood is like MILK, or MERCURY", the pale boy cried.

"No, it's not red ... more like dancing serpents,

of which one is BLACK, the other WHITE.

Two separate, coiling streams that never mix, never unite,

but as one they're flowing, flowing ... ever flowing side by side!"