Eden before me
virgin waters flow
to this world’s pergatory beneath
such that thirst will remain unquenched
fields with bounteous nourishment
none shall taste her sweet
nor bathe in sun
laid out before me
magnificance only the architecht
could fathom
whose banishment from her
could only entice my imagination further.


Great poem.
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