and before the flowers of eden
and before the flowers of eden and before the flowers of eden fields ablaze with golden firebuds bursting pistils bright with pollen planets ringed with fiery insects hornets diving burning meadows sunlight flowing dense as lava in the brightness before the flowers of eden glowing shapes just flaming skyward roaring grasses, rivers of sun an incandescence of bees, humming like waterfalls ecstatic songbirds plunging, gorging in splendor, throats exploding with light, symphonies of fire ... Intimations of dawn. The empty meadow waiting, stirring with fullness a vague readiness the luminous pregnancy of being. Intuitions of a new race: thoughts falling like rain on the flowers of eden.
originally published in Now, Vol 1, slightly revised Oct. 05