Behold, let's vision take your heart!
Where iron like father reminds brothers
Of their consanguinity, averting
Where beasts, tired of roaring, rise and
Gaze at the sky, and are there so many
Of them 'cause they have a
Vision of God?
Where low bird brings the gold of
Sunset and all the might of it's
Conflagration; lions dream,
Faces on pads.
Garden, garden where wolves lick cold
Iron and the glance of a beast
Means more than wisdom
Garden, we haunt with ease-
Feral in the masses
Garden, man-made cosmos.
Where eagle falls downwards like
From temple roof,
And sometimes he seats with a wings so
Does it seem for him he's
over the mountains?
Or does he pray?
Or is he hot?