INDULGENCE

Pear gathering
we spent the days of iridescence

& so brilliant, and harmless
(they were) so unbruised by the sharp-edged Hardness,
so unturned by the Gnawing, Twisting

and so intimate
in midst of The Boundless
that we still dream of pear gathering
(even) today

Then we danced
standing upon the so laughable hunger
of our full Youth

as if over billows of
pillows stuffed full to satiety
with careless & undisturbed Ease!

Dressed in the warmest of mantles
of too good pear gathering

(little suspecting that Happiness)
can't stem the Autumn's melancholy)

Child, not for most frantic (pear gathering
does) the Spring stay our guest
half as long as the too willing Winter...

We swallowed of Purpose
and ate of Th'Thought
doing produced
on our (previously) virgin tongues

--Now we but cherish
Th'Spent fruits
of Memory's attempts to make

And although Dreams are induced (still
by the sleep of) pear gathering
never again rewards with
the old wearying
accustomed extirpation of
th'bone/deep languishing which is
this Wide-Awake present existence
yet will we          

               still
(pear gathering) Go!

yet when we have
indeed awakened now and
the Soul's belly's as empty as when we went
pear gathering Happiness/stuffed

And although now our eyes can't be
easefully shut for dreams