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Rondeau for Rajon

Inside the Garden, fables bloom
Of innocence. Above them looms
That lanky, green and fatal tree
Creating opportunities
For flawless grace or selfish doom.

And still above, the Son at noon.
His treble doubled, th' Annnouncer booms
Of one man's capability
Inside the Garden.

Strait the lane 'twixt birth and tomb:
A loss the seam of epic ruin
And monument. We queue to see
The arc of man's philosophy
Swept vacant by a jealous broom
Inside the Garden.