Sands of Creation: Woman

Sandy whirlpool spun by godly liege, now the ship of man is under siege. Sinking and rising above the murky depths of soul-less pleasure, shipwrecked consiousness. and womb of female tightly sealed; the chasmed tomb of rib revealed. Desperate, from the dark of mind, her seed procured God's inherent, quasi-life, abjured the Eden alfresco with imprisoned nature teeming, Dichotomous flesh, now one; asleep, now dreaming of the sun that God so newly made, from windy Hell satanic cloud, its shape darkly forbade in moving shade, The Tree of Knowledge, fruit-in-blossom and bodice naked, begs forgiveness from wrath awesome. God cursed the snake, on belly from the land, while the human lovers flee the temperate sand.