From Eden to Gethsemane,

and lawn beneath my feet.

The serpentine seducer works on now.

There's knowledge deep inside those plants,

to eat and learn what's bad.

Consuming passion

soaks through the senses,

and anaesthetises awareness

of a disjointed world.

“I was riding my bicycle

when the craft landed.

They took me and did surgery on my knees.”

How are conjoined twins

caused by the dark spots on the sun?

There is a time machine in every quark,

but who made the knotted wormholes in space.

Oh Mary Quantum leap into my consciousness

and show me a particle of understanding.

Who is my universal saviour?

“Fifty stone man into gloves

and indoor cycling seeks similar.

No freaks.”

When the gardener appears

and calls 'Mary',

your first gasp of recognition

evaporates with the spirits

of all lost friends. You are

alone in the garden.