PARADISE

Distance dances
In fools paradise

The jerky jargon 
Sings the profundity
That lays parted
In open lips

Gross quiver inside
In gentle fuss

It spills plethora
Of consciousness

Oblivious of the end
When silence will tend

O, the bovine blue
What comes red in hue 

Isn't dearer thy all creatures
In whose veins flows thy content

Distance is not distant
When paradise is wisdom inside