Recitation and declamation in Eden.

A stage appearance of visceral vehemence, a censor bar a guise across his eyes; drinks aspirin and aspersion cider with one hand:
The pianist plays destruction on the harpsichord with fingernail mirrors;
peels weal but mostly woe from the keys.
“An internal exposition, at your requisition; I’ve distributed the munitions
to examine the exhibit of self-repository fruition. Look inward at the core.”
The audience applauds his sensibilities; they clap as he performs it, and gravity deforms them, and brevity is passed about on knives to split their skin.
“Our senses are deprived and depraved, and injections via powdered blades
give us method to enjoy as he entertains, but oh!
It looks like poison.”
A serpent slips beneath their seats and slinking moans their miseries—
“Intelligence is not arbitrary, and by that rule of thumb, I shall speak in irony: all of this is meaningless.”
—looking for his apple.