In This Third Garden

In this third Garden

In this third Garden,
this fierce, unarbored waste
built from shade and flame,
we wander, twice-damned souls
—you and I, as if in
elemental fields—
in these windswept robes,
our damnable love bound
in parched, spiralled cloth,
we try God’s mean justice,
thinking our salvation
the fields of Heaven,
not the rot of Hell.
If His rule is true, our
wind-whirled lovers pose
mocks Love’s simplest soft touch;
if not, He mocks our pure
intent with sorrow.
If Charon allowed
for our separate paths
through space and time, would
we grasp at chance like blind
children? Or would we stay
entwined, old habits
seizing our souls like
doves pierce upon a spit?


©1975, me

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Author: makingsenseofcomplications

I have an academic background in literature and, separately, science. My career has been in industry in positions of increasing responsibility assisting in the drug development process - one of the most amazing intellectual pursuits of the human mind, among many other amazing intellectual pursuits. I am interested in films, philosophy, history, art, music, science (obviously), literature (also obviously), some video gaming, human behavior, and many other topics. I wish there was more time in every day because we have a world that is full of amazing phenomena that are considered too superficially by too many. Although my first and last names are fictional, I think I believe in all of the stuff you read here, although I retain the right in perpetuity of changing my thoughts about anything written herein.

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