An Ocean Without Parameters

What is this Eden they all talk of? Who can recall that old proverb? A bird in the hand, Take these humble, beginnings Isn't the throbbing of a breast? A firebrand: the brocades, broach? A flower, burning with; hot desire. What could be more meaningful? What is the meaning? The meaning Of eternity— Without; time or place? Like a musical box, without music. Or an ocean without parameters, What is this driftwood, existence? Life without end: without death. Without meter or rhyme! Surely heaven has no sustenance. As subsidence, only creates gluttony. ‘It's endless, unquenchable, greed'. Surely our appetites wouldn't exceed Their entire confounded constraints. And, then what non-mortal loathings Would we be, in this Garden of Eden? Dreamed; unpardonable, and yet free.