the seventh lapse: context

eden doth without timber could
never bring paradise unto mine eyes.

eden does what the woods must
never do and who ever has time to test
the senses properly in this pretend?

so that branch- it bends- and whistles- in tight splinters
the end of the breeze and the salt of the earth made
the apostles sneeze and in the peanut gallery
the spirit jeers the very idea that any end did ethics ever portend.

to fall from time
to time
is proper so long
as the eyelids find the skies
in the light's absence;

so long
as one can nap in blue height
and perish in dark betweens
then the contrary accomplishes
the contrary and sleep comes
regardless of words, forms
or...