Eden

half a beat here, the Nuance of the Edge,

the half-incorporated

sun the heat the dry air the dirty roads we follow

on our way to some encounter

with a tired deity -- We glow in the husky Night

gently and with Purpose, your

hand in Mine, our Eyes locked

in a give and take we

walk the backstreets with a cat in our step our

hair swept back our handling

of the Situation

replete with apt omission our wise years

stretching out before us, the days

we will swim in Sunshine, the

garden planted

for Us --