the fruit

a pale rose drifts dreamily down the waters
as we ride our horses through the heavens
visions of light and fire pour from our eyes
and the tree of forgetting of good and evil
blooms of sleepy fruit, of bewildering fruit

there is an incredible melting i have to taste
where the road dips into the rivers of hell
and pours up the brim of heaven, like smoke
and the tree of forgetting of good and evil
blooms of sleepy fruit, of bewildering fruit

the sky cracks open to expose the electricity
the child of the thunder dreams our sight
cloudy veils disintegrating into dusts of glow
and the tree of forgetting of good and evil
blooms of sleepy fruit, of bewildering fruit

i have sacrificed the blood of many promises
in discovering how many false gods listen in
in earning my plastic halo before midnight
and the tree of forgetting of good and evil
blooms of sleepy fruit, of bewildering fruit

the hush when a thousand doves are set free
and time slows to the pulse of a galaxy’s turn
so is expressed of eternity in the ink of now
and the tree of forgetting of good and evil
blooms of sleepy fruit, of bewildering fruit

in the beginning, it was not like this, or that
the primordial chaos mixed the is with not
from which the infinity of the sky was divided
and the tree of forgetting of good and evil
blooms of sleepy fruit, of bewildering fruit

in the end, soundless angels burn with light
to tip the world over, and see what spills out
the child of the thunder to awake all sound
and the tree of forgetting of good and evil
blooms of sleepy fruit, of bewildering fruit