Behold, let's vision take your heart!

Garden

Where iron like father reminds brothers

Of their consanguinity, averting bloodshed

Where beasts, tired of roaring, rise and

Gaze at the sky, and are there so many

Of them 'cause they have a different

Vision of God?

Where low bird brings the gold of

Sunset and all the might of it's

Conflagration; lions dream, having their

Faces on pads

Garden, garden where wolves lick cold

Iron and the glance of a beast

Means more than wisdom itself

Garden, we haunt with ease-

Feral in the masses

Garden, man-made cosmos

Where eagle falls downwards like idol

From temple roof

And sometimes he seats with a wings so

Strangely spread

Does it seem for him he's

Flying high over the mountains?

Or does he pray?

Or is he hot?