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The kingdoms of experience

While paupers change possessions

Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
From their fates try to resign
The motorcycle black Madonna
At ships with tattooed sails
And there are no sins inside the gates of Eden
Into the ditch of what each one means
But these to tell what's true
With a time-rusted compass blade
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay

And on their promises of paradise
To those condemned to act accordingly
Each one wishing for what the other has got

Relationships of ownership
And tells me of her dreams
All except inside the gates of Eden
With a crashing but meaningless blow
And her silver-studded phantom caused

At times I think there are no words
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
The lonesome sparrow sings
Leaving men wholly, totally free

Its iron claws attached

The lamppost stands with folded arms
As friends and other strangers

And there are no trials inside the gates of Eden
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
Side saddle on the golden calf

You will not hear a laugh
There are no kings inside the gates of Eden
All and all can only fall
Though its glow is waxed in black
But still remains
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden

Though it shadows metal badge
Aladdin and his lamp
Heading for the gates of Eden
To do anything they wish to do but die
To curbs beneath holes where babies wail

The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
And I try to harmonize with songs
The foreign sun, it squints upon
And then complains
They whisper in the wings

The cowboy angel rides
At dawn my lover comes to me
It doesn't matter inside the gates of Eden
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey

A bed that is never mine
Upon four-legged forest clouds

And the princess and the prince
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
Discuss what's real and what is not

And wait for succeeding kings
With his candle lit into the sun
In the precious winds they rot
No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden