THIS EDEN
Spiralling under fixture
Of mind or heart
Or second-hand fables
With close and a start.
This steadfast, wild,
inconquerable Eden,
That no one can hold,
That’s never foretold.
Witless to the tired,
Human burden
Of lies and shame,
(that plastic, dark,
Fantastic game).
Just four legs exalting
Valley and wood,
As Eden moves through,
Undividing and good.
Yes, I was muddied in mind.
I lost the moment for time
Of the suffering kind.
But here she waits,
As if we were never taken.
Blissful Eden, the earth
Of the unforsaken.
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