In a paradise, you can be born limp and lustless.
While you are sleeping, acids gnaw and leeches suck at the tuna fish.
While you are dreaming, milk curdles and the apple falls to crush the rabbits nest.
While you are reclining, I softly walk over the fields with maria.
You breathe softly, as if in stasis.
To you, paradise is a form unbound
Oh, for hapless wonder you search without warrant.
The new dawn, that hitherto, still undetected and tender in roseate skies.
A form embracing the mountain has it opened before you, roots revealed to you.
A sight pleasurable to consume for those without qualms to the title of voyeur