The other day, I found these two strange pages laying in the middle of the sidewalk downtown. It had just been raining, and they were still a little damp. I picked them up as gently as I could and took them home to dry. Some of the ink had run and, as you can see, someone had apparently set fire to it as well.
I don't know what kind of person would have written this, and I can't rightly say why someone would have done so, either. But they seemed to have put a fair amount of thought into it, not the sort of thing you'd just set on fire and throw out into the rain.
What it's about, I can't fully say. It seems to deal with the narrator having had a prophetic vision (the blue the red the yellow) which caused him to escape some sort of danger, and then being ostracized for having had prior warning while others died. The speaker seeks to escape from the anger of his countrymen, sailing to a far-off land and sleeping there for three hundred years.
In his sleep he has a dream and when he awakens, everyone wants to know about the dream. He only tells them a bit of it, but they want more and more. So he leaves for the mountains, but can find no peace still.
Eventually the narrator makes his way to moon, but the moon tricks him into taking its place in the sky. Finally giving up on finding a natural peace, the narrator turns back time to before he saw "the blue the red the yellow".
Returning then to the violent era during which he had his original vision, he is struck down with an arrow, and at last finds peace.
It's an interesting read, and perhaps after reading it you'll find things in there I didn't even notice.
Above are the scans I made; you can click on them to see larger versions. It's still a little difficult to read, especially after having been rained on, but I've copied what I could below.
I added in line breaks to make it more readable. If I couldn't make out a piece of text, I indicate so with an [ ] filled with what I assume the missing letters/words to be; if there's no way of knowing, I use an ellipsis (...).
theremin blitz the theremin mind sound blazes trails across my mind the mind I lost when last we spoke and when we spoke the spokes stuck into my left half front side into the last of the green bulls grazing on the fields of flowers who you let speak to the assembly before my lord
and you get off my land and my land is the place where lace is spring and eternal men and eternal women dance and sing they leave off the remainder of the followers in the last past they became the sons of ancestors the ancestors of kings and gods became men and men were gods and fought and flared and loaded their cannons w[ith] the words of love
they floated with them they left the town over and over [...] the destruction of the house they worshipped with the stands of me[n ...]worshipped as if they were gods the mayor they loved they frightened [...] submission with the babe that swaddled in loathsome times and the times th[...] swaddled began again and again
and the blue the red the yellow I saw I saw [the] blue the red the yellow I saw the blue the red the yellow I saw them and they saw the blue and the red and the yellow and they saw me and they saw me and I saw them and the yellow was red and the red was blue and they became the knights of night and fought the fight they conquered the lifeless towns and empty castles and the walls they felled were no more than me
and I became the walls and tall as I was the walls came down and down and down and down they came and I was left with one foot in the mind of the man who dug my grave he left me to cover the field with leaves and leave he said leave my land you’ve brought naught but death and devastation so I left his land and sailed to the farthest corner I could find and when I found it I stayed there for three hundred years and there I slept for three hundred years
and the years I slept I dreamed and what I dreamed I dare not say for it was fantastic and they asked me of what did I dream and they begged and they begged and they begged again and so I spoke I told them of the red and the blue and the yellow and the red and the blue and the yellow
and they were frightened and they spoke among one another and it then was clear what they meant to kill me and that is what they meant to do so I escaped and they murdered one another in b[lood] running cold cold ran the blood they covered with blood and the blood [they] were covered with was their own and they left themselves to die in the c[old] and drown in the blood above their head
and I ran to take shelter in t[he] mountains and the mountains were high and the mountains were sharp a[nd] they were empty but for one and he took me in and gave me food and warmth but he soon asked why I had run and from where did I come
and I told him where I came from and he asked what was my dream and what did I dream and I told him I would not tell and he begged and he begged and he begged [...] was the wall and the wall came down again and again and again because [...] blue and the yellow and the red and the blue and the yellow [...] wandered among the snow of the mountaintop and
he did not return and I left to seek him out and he could not be found and I saw the moon that night and the moon looked down upon me and as I looked and it became a rope and I climbed the rope to the moon and I climbed and climbed and the rope became shorter and shorter and shorter and when I reached the end of the rope I was on the moon
and the moon asked me from where did I come and why was I there and he asked me of the man on the mountain and the three hundred years and why did I leave and what did I [dr]eam and I told him only of the red and he smiled and asked for the blue
and [...] him of the blue and he smiled and he asked me of the yellow and I [...] not tell him of the yellow and he begged and he begged and he begged [...] he became the man of the mountain and he became the wall and he [...]oked and he laughed and he told me of the yellow and told him he was the [ye]llow and he looked with swollen eyes and asked me to return to the mountain and seek the man and build the wall back up and send to him one who would be last in line for the return of the yellow
and I saw in him the blue and the red and I was the yellow and I was the yellow and he was the blue and the red and I left him there and I searched the mountain for one hundred years and I found the man and I built the wall for two hundred years and it was built
and I returned to the moon and he asked me if was complete with my labor and I said I was and he commanded me to become the red and the blue and the yellow and the red and the blue and the yellow and I became the moon and turned to me on the mountaintop and returned to my home and left me there in the sky and I awaited his return but he did not return
and his return I waited for and he did not return and I turned to the sun but the sun was empty and the sun and the moon had become the earth and the red was the sun and the blue was the moon and I was yellow and empty and the sun and the moon became the earth and I was alone in the sky as they sang and danced on the earth they were
I left them for the other time I had left and I traveled to the [ti]me I had left before the red and the yellow and the blue and the red and the [yello]w and the blue and they were no more and no more had I left and as soon [...] left they became the sun and the moon
and the battle on earth [com]menced and the trees bent to the ground to avoid the sword and the sword [fou]nd its mark and the arrow its mark and the arrow found me and I [...]covered the arrow from the time of the time I left to be and today I left it all to me and I left it there to bake in the sun and the sun no more knew who I was and I smiled at the sun and at the moon and they did not know me and I was glad they did not know me
and they never asked of the red and the blue and the yellow and no one asked of my dream or of the three [hundred] years and I became a king and I lived to the end of time
the [...] time and that time was the end and at that end of th[...] be at the time of the time that was not the [end] [...]