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Fleeting are the joys of dreams when
It's realized the pleasures are less
Than the costs that scathe mortal
Minds with the ill-gotten memories
Of taking sacred fruits that rot
In the stained, calloused hands
Of all who dare reach for limbs set
Precariously high and taint sensing
Tongues with tastes too putrid and
Nostrils with scents best forgot.
I ascended Olympus' loft for that one
Brief moment to search darkened orchards
Alone -- Forbidden dreams near fulfillment
With virgin leaves to conceal me
From the firstborn rays of the dawn.
And when finally in grasp, I possessed
Sought fruit that man can neither appreciate or
Consume, with growing light, after taking
First bite, I realized soul's foliage gone.
It's realized the pleasures are less
Than the costs that scathe mortal
Minds with the ill-gotten memories
Of taking sacred fruits that rot
In the stained, calloused hands
Of all who dare reach for limbs set
Precariously high and taint sensing
Tongues with tastes too putrid and
Nostrils with scents best forgot.
I ascended Olympus' loft for that one
Brief moment to search darkened orchards
Alone -- Forbidden dreams near fulfillment
With virgin leaves to conceal me
From the firstborn rays of the dawn.
And when finally in grasp, I possessed
Sought fruit that man can neither appreciate or
Consume, with growing light, after taking
First bite, I realized soul's foliage gone.
