Not the paradise

Throw the vows into the carpet

where lions wait for digestion.

Throw the cards into the blanket

where sweat was the emperor of bodies.

Shallow the thin shades

where dark cards outplay.

Glimpse them with your glare

where memories vanish.

And yet, paradise is infrequent

(is) where dreams fade away.

Paradise is not lost

(is) where absence dismays.

Promised, archaic lands emerge

where furnaces incinerate tears.

Neglect what eyes must not envisage

(of) where branded dreams boil in pain.

Turn away from the tainted words

(there) where hands become prisoners

and ruined houses levitate within the clouds.

An empty boat is left in the lake

(is) where legs shove the movement

and a nutshell of you, real thing, grows legacy.