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Adam eyed Eve looking askance,
High in rush of ancient low garden,
Tempted by sun, under all is dance,
Sensate and flesh was torn, bidden.

As stems prickled in moist of garden,
Into dark soils grew blooms of youth,
In rains set free showering new Eden,
The bodies of heaven rose let loosed.

Creation dressed up in their ripeness,
Shouting louder than slithered serpent,
Adam fell drunk under moon of silence,
As Eve laid down a star burst bleeding.