An angel with a sword stands high in sky, flaming to show us where our shadows start. The darkness in the garden's in my heart; and so I have the most of shade put by.
Smile at the night within these virid leaves, invested in projections standing stark; among the shining grasses hide deep dark; and savor bitter tastes on the fresh breeze.
All is good; pristine the opening bud of the pear unfolds, clearly to conceive.
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Long-banned from Eden, yet at closed gates of the senses, sieve joy through bars, and breathe the air that has no visa for its fates:
