All senses suspended
I float in a deliciously numbing void
The return to consciousness is slow
Small unaccountable sounds assail
My brain
Olfactory nerves sense strange smells
It’s the optic senses that awaken last
Eyelids feel like one ton weights pressing down
Gigantic effort to life one up
A harsh white blinding radiance
Hits my optic nerves
Slowly I perceive tubes and machines
Around me
The picture coheres
Into an ICU
I am en route to recovery post op
Camouflaged in nakedness
beauty
he ate of nature's finest fruit
without dropping a sweat to
reap
without a bleeding wound
the beasts of land and the life
that wings
he subdued
Being the first begotten
the wonder incomprehensible
of a stature of absoluteness
Love and worship came
with no tears of pain and
sacrifice
like the infinite, he consent
with all
The moon never brought him
nightmares
under darkness, was no evil to
haunt him
from within his spirit was the
illumine of the sun
With nature watered by dew
he never saw the skies
overcast and
rivers smoothly find their way
to the silent oceans
But being of earth, the heart
weak in passion
his flesh beguiled him from
perfection
and his soul fell to the foot of
the tree
where drying leaves fell and
cover his nudity off his seeing
eyes
and knowing the coming wrath,
with death he coheres
Those well coheres conditions; and acts without restrictions
they're all without admissions; like disease without remission.
Walking all alone; his intentions never known
he seems doomed to be alone; in this world that isn't home.
There are those that may contend; object and recommend
cause wounds that will not mend; praise God and say amen.
Though he can recognize; he will seldom vocalize
for he's seen to many signs; of a better mans demise.
So he keeps it all inside; it's the safest place to hide
so he can minimize; the tears that he must cry.
If any should reach out; you shouldn't blame him for his doubt
don't try to yell and shout; for that's when he will walk out.
It will take a little time; to see what's on his mind
in time you just might find; he's somewhat sweet and kind.
His caution is no stranger; and his love is not a danger
he needs not an arranger; and his love is the remainder.
You might have it if you asked; but don't let it be a task
let it warm you as you bask; and drink from loving flask.
If you should try to hide; the more he'll get inside
so take it all in stride; and he may walk there by your side.
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