Blasphemy; East of Eden

the venerable saints of the past had all been wrong---I know it for a fact, and as truth; in Eden, before Man's fall, the forbidden fruit has never held any place of importance in the narrative. It was the work of some very lazy thinkers that had deduced odd combinations of chemical nutrients and water contents from a primitive fruit grown over wild trees could do so much harm as to induce a fall from grace of a whole species---from a most prosperous, blissful state of existence of the most ancient epoch created by God
---No, the fruit was entirely innocent, and perhaps utterly unimportant---"that it tempted Eve(thourgh the agent of the Snake)" could just be an embellishment or a misinterpretation.
The fruit might have been just your most mundane, everyday object in the story. It might have had just been an apple that I ate yesterday--there was absolutely nothing praeternatural or supernatural about it as to induce a disastrous fall from bliss and happiness, apart from that particular one I had had was so very watery, bland and chewy---not sweet at all, due to the fact that it came from a genetically modified strain which traded quick growth and productivity of fruits in place of sugar contents. Scientifically speaking though, you do not grow fangs and bat wings from eating a fruit---no matter what the strain had been or what the species in general, and you would never become fearful or fraught with care through the rising Sun in the twilight of dawn by biting into a so called "forbidden apple". The fruits have always been simply harvests from the acts of planting seeds, meaning nothing but an outcome caused by an aggregated amount of reasonable causes inducing the natural, biological processes…When you plant seeds and nurture them they provide fruits through its biological stages of maturation and by chance we have control over its processes as to yield the products to our benefit.
In the story of Man's fall, the fruits as I have discovered had been utterly irrelevant. 
It was that accursed piece of green leaf worn over Adam's and Eve's…tenderer body parts---that was the problem. It was caused by those grown and withered leaves before the harvest of fruits.   
This I know for certain from a crudely bound collection of unpublished manuscript folios called "the Filigree and Foliage in stages of Gold, Cold-Silver and burnt Electrum". A hard and obscure book about the history of the western pedigree of ruling classes---mostly about the major great houses that had persons once held or are related to those who had held the title of "Caesar Augustus, Imperator-et-Vitrix-Aequaeviterna, analysed, with circumlocution by way of philological references to old vernacular poetry or classic authors, and codified substitutions of descriptive phrases by sets of alchemy, blacksmithing and jewelry-making jargons and the key common phrases of these trades, which I think was done intentionally to avoid censorship or political persecution in the past. It had a particularly large focus, on the so called "pure, undiluted Imperial Lineege of the House de R'yloi of most Victorian States of ancient America."
"unbrokene lineege running afoul, knew ye in America,
at 3 epochs ago tongue bounded the heaven into yellow ocean,
2 in flea-contract, 1 in infection.
roaring thunder broke each one.
pressing down in the woods the dark and black low drooping,
birds' disembodied bowel: leaning from the golden branch;
of the most glorious, witness-silver were cast forth, tracted in heated mute--
minted then in cast; those Fifty years of pressing clouds.
 broken pieces of unbroken visions adrift breaking the yonder shore---
tumbling waves of starchy nightshades' grains
caught by leafy vines vert, sharp lacerating
depressing the firmamental ground by omniglottibaubulous poll-force---
fiery and honourable scions in field against acid, twin-bound with prophecy 
done in treason, the twin sides of the lintel burying the judge and the hanged
forthwith crosseth it, never to be bound again
Imperiale Housse of America,  issued by Orcus' abyss
ceration and digestion reversed did solve, ruining Citrinitas with Albedo
multiplied to indefinition so to self-enform  cinnabar---two yoni-droops bound by a lingam into one, agathini nigredo
smash it to gain the current
KILL the Sun, BREAK the Moon, and ALLOY Manus into a tree-hanged pig.
Victōria est, sunt Victōriātus:
mater et vitrix aeviterna pro historiā, imperator contrā propria imperia aequaeviternus."

The book was left by a merchant from Holland in my family's storeroom some decades ago, when he fled from the eminent onset of the pacific wars to that continent across the pacific. In my great fortune that I caught the unexpected windfall of such a collection of marvelous secret facts, truths and hidden knowledge, and could make use of it. It would never have been brought to light if not for my natural disposition with passions and curiosity for knowing odd and wonderful stories, news and secrets from strange and foreign places, and an adequate learning in reading foreign letters from far off lands. It was said by this veritable book of facts, truth and secrets, that what had caused the whole business of Man's fall from grace---was the Eucalyptus leaves held by Adam and Eve to disguise their disgrace in old Eden immemorial, that caused the whole issue that the Holy Book expounded extensively upon. It was especially stressed that the greenness of the leaf and the fact that it was used to conceal the nether regions in shame that brought disasters upon Adam and Eve----which in turn us their progeny. 
For with a piece of green leaf plucked from above, in dissimulation they disguised their blessed and truthful character, from the kind, supervising eyes of the angels, guarding and herding them amongst their music and dance, hidden in the bushes and among the undergrowth----which had brought divine wrath against them in old and fairest Eden. And this had caused the most irreparably woeful tragedy in most ancient of all times---the exile from the eternal paradise, and henceforth the denial of entry to it, that continues to trouble and torment mankind to this day. This was brought upon men through the act of deceit made with Eucalyptus leaves, and not the fruits of wisdom; this crude, half-made book, or more adequately this collection of manuscripts roughly cobbled together attempts to drive home this point as if this were of the highest importance to understanding the story of Mankind's fall in Eden, as it were recorded in any holy Book. 
It was said that:
Eden was a green, green field. Full of scented herbage and fruitful orchard trees. Flowers bloom in four seasons of the year. There is no concept of time as time had always been eternal. And the ancestors of humans played naked upon the field in unbridled joy and heartfelt jubilation without fear or worry, and were living absolutely in harmony with their environs, grown floras and the all manners of faunas therein. There had never been something that troubled their ancient and tranquil psyche. Apart from occasional rainfalls which was created to break up the monotony of enjoyable sights, sounds and activities allowed to the denizens in the Eden field---for even more felicitous enjoyment of life. And even during the light drizzling and after it so often they had been joyful and held celebrations of great magnitude----bountiful and full of display and consuming of naturally gracious objects and artefacts---that it would put the renowned kings of old Rome or Greece  and their decennial celebrations in Arcadia of a later date to shame-----entirely forgetting the little troubles brought by the rainclouds and the wet soil too. For the foods, drinks, and games played in Eden were entertaining and were good distractions, and life was good.
They were allowed to touch, study and play with various parts of plants and their produce, and of animals and their artefacts in general, and of unbounded sceneries of nature. Though as they were carefree and never want for anything there was no need to pass on their discoveries in transmitted knowledge---letting know or preserve what was known--and they forget whatever they learned from observations in nature the next moment when their minds drifted to other things of interest. Thus at once they became liberated from the laboured recollections of whatever features of a plant or an animal or from a murmuring creek---forgotten it entirely, or buried it deep beneath their primeval psyche and begun another exploration of the vast and wonderful expanses of blessed Eden and all of its creations.
They one day a pair of the primeval humans, Adam and Eve discovered the leaf of an Eucalyptus tree from a low-hanging branch.

The green, green leaf of an old, ancestral strain of Eucalyptus, when the children of Man played in the garden with those pretty leaves, and the leaves had appeared to them at first very innocent-looking.
Until a chance leaf of old Eucalyptus---dropped by her hand or fell from the canopy above? ----it fell upon this Eve's nethers, which stimulated simultaneously a not so distant and thus not entirely obliviated recollection for both Adam and the Eve of what they just ate from the tree. It was a juicy fruit, of which features, outlines, taste and scent they'd already forgotten, unfortunately. But they recalled of eating such a fruit from that stimulus, upon seeting that piece of Eucalyptus covering up part of Eve's nethers. Coincidentally too Eve had a round and full belly, rotund with extended dimensions like that of a grown fruit, almost ready for harvest and is absolutely bursting with sweetness and fragrance. This connected for them to that idea of the fruit and a piece of leaf suspended above the fruit well.
Eve tried to place Eucalyptus leaf around the abdomen, finding it hard to put in place due to the bulges of her body lines, and eventually settled on placing upon the hairy region of the nethers.  After that in caressing and slightly tapping that big oval curvature of her abdomen below her breast, she made a joyful sound to emanate from the abdomen if drumming, and the lone piece of Eucalyptus leaf seem to quiver and float again in the winds as if still connected to the fruits on a branch!
This had brought Adam into an even happier mood than his natural and naive wife---obvious it was the miraculous effect of that piece of fallen pulp-wood leaf upon the right place of the body---a funny display that made him forgetting himself all of a sudden--- perhaps acting sort of like a medicinal drug, and caused him promptly to sing in unlearned, broken notes of a native pastoral.

Ah, there it is the hidden joy of the paradise, times spent on idle thinking---to make childish, poetical associations of distant, unrelated things for uneducated humour, and reminding themselves of what they did not so long ago----a distraction that we still have the privilege to have in some rather blessed youth nowadays.
but it was unrelated to investigative, philosophical kind of thinking to discovering truthfulness in things. It was never intended to discover great wisdom. It was plain and simple a pastime played by minds too ancient to make too much sense or use of it. it was completely useless and unproductive to any kind of science or philosophy.
But those were our ancestors and they were like headless, innocent children----blameless too, for not knowing truth had not brought them perils of any kind. With divine blessings, the fruits grew naturally upon the low-hanging branches of orchard trees without need to making a fuss about growing them, or distracted daily by worries for their maintenance or fret over the potential failure of the fruits or disappearance due to unsavory factors like thieves or prowling animals. There was no need to sow seeds or planting saplings of any kind, nor was there need to care for the growth and fruition of anything that could be called an enterprise, in the blissful Eden of old and distance East.
Thus Adam's and Eve's innocuous act of playing with Eucalyptus had never aroused any Angel guarding over their business in the garden, nor was God informed by any Angel of it. For it was simply child's play.
This game of "Eucalyptus-leaf" thinking felt to Adam and Eve have brought happiness and had proven refreshing to their spirits, inured to the usual beats and tempos of the old, carefree pastoral, this novel way of pastime was enjoyed more than anything else that day. For life in Paradise wanted nothing but lack a little vividness of life, which this game of playing with Eucalyptus-leaf had kindly provided them with.
And it also felt to them while focusing on the unexplainable association between the Eucalyptus leaf adorned, invisible fruit symbolised by the extended belly of the Eve and the actual fruit they ate just a few moments ago in the woods, felt such a smart and understanding thing to do ----applying their primitive intellectual faculties to good use. In such a gracious application of their minds, it recalled to them distant, happy memories in some miraculous working, and even could put one in an ever light mood than what those perennial celebrants in blessed Eden knew---and it seemed to them playing the game of thinking Eucalyptus would prove most beneficial to their happiness.
Even though in Eden glorious of the past, the ever guileless---warm and clement weather with its occasional light drizzling, and the bountiful nature upon the grounds of the garden provided them with everything in ways of distractions and bodily wants---they should have wanted nothing, but this new kind of happiness was not unwelcomed. Soon they told all the denizens of the Eden, other pairs of Adams and Eves of their discoveries.
It was said in the tale, that they begun to utter words in appreciation of that miraculous moment that made them feel especially good that day. And it was said they communicated those utterances to their peers.
"Eucalyptus! Eucalyptus!"
according to the manuscripts I read, reportedly this was the first attested record of human speech from old Eden immemorial.
"Eucalyptus! Eucalyptus!"
uttered in exclamation by that Eve who found the leaf, and before the crowd of ancient humans she started to turn on her sole in right foot in exultation, slowly paraded around that oval bulge she bore without much effort, and the hairy bush below round the nethers with that piece of Eucalyptus leaf hiding its extremity without fear of shame or jealousy, or other impure thoughts, for she were in Eden.
And Adam came forth and hugged Eve, then they joined together in dance while handing to and forth that piece of Eucalyptus leaf---playing around with it by concealing parts of the body, then revealing it, or waving it around with their hands, placing it all over each others' body parts or catching it after setting it free from the hands into midair.
And reportedly this was the first unattested record of human dance from old Eden immemorial.
"Eucalyptus! Eucalyptus!"
secretly the Angels hid in the bushes----good and gentle, supervising voyeurs of wonderful activities of life unfolding before them---driven by the primitive beats, started to utter these words unwittingly too, and they started to make a turning and tumbling fuss in the bushes themselves. 

Eucalyptus! Eucalyptus!

Eve, holding that piece of precious green leaf from Eden, swung it up and down, to and from along with the blessed pastoral beats issued from her heart, evinced of good old Humanity, and it seemed for a sudden when this gracious woman called Eve, for the first time in recorded history was universally adorned by everyone for her unbridled beauty, as she begun to dance while mustering that piece of short, ever-green folio of Eden.
That vibrant and beautiful piece of the holy pulpwood's leaf, bearing beatific oil essence, emitting the heavens' glorious fragrance in the process---combined with Eve's passionate dance, caused the whole vegetation, terrain, faunas and even the weather itself seemed to be dancing along the steps of that good, gracious woman.
And in the golden rays of breaking dawn the ever-green folio is dyed---golden with a reddish tint like the blush on the smile of her lustrous face.
This might have been the known happiest time of Mankind's tender youth as far as they could remember, the time where the blessed women of greatest beauty danced with a piece of scented and gilded, divine Eucalyptus folio in hand to the hoarse and unvocalized singing of the naive, artless men sitting some feet away by the fallen tree-trunks and bushes, some recumbent, some in lotos-pondering position , and the dawn was just breaking off into the distance about the coming light of day. The dumb and boorish birds had not yet been invented by the All-Mighty, in the narrative as to disturb the sacred couple's singing and dancing in the garden of primeval men…
So they still could not tell apart whether they are men, women, or Man, Woman or Humanity.
It was a good thing that birds did not exist before the dawn of time, for it might prey upon the snake. And humanity would forever stay fixed upon that moment of glorious golden fantasy, in the green, primeval garden of Eden. The place where ceremonially the sacred, hidden tigers ate the hidden, wayward angels of Eden among their covert in the bushes, engaged in the act of joyful fornication which is forbidden to them.
It was a good thing that the birds was created and stayed in a strange region called Asia, even more easterly--- beyond the borders of the eastmost old Eden known to the Latin and Greek scribes.
Described by Indian people, that birds in their countries were messengers, mounts and notably the cup-bearers of divine liquors for their strange pantheon of Hindu deities, the devas.
It was said a bird called Garuda was the one who had borne the devas of India sacred sake Amrita---also called Most beatific Sweet Juice marrying illimitable Mountain and uncountable Ocean. That gave Hindu devas their immortality and indestructibility, even eternal youth, knowledge and mastery over divine arts.
The Hindu devas, ancient and tomfoolish were said to be thus intoxicated forever. 
 It was said Amrita was made to be a kind of frothing mead,  by fermenting the warm, golden ebbs and flows of Sunrays, wavering pendulously back and forth upon a tender, green leaf at the top of tree canopy in a sacred Hindu mountain. The froth produced by 300 asuras churning the oceans continuous for two thousand years were skimmed off from the top---appearing like white, iridescent cream---it was added to introduce fermenting agents from the knowing tides. And a piece of blue in the high heaven, which was caused by a reflection of the purple light waves emitted by eternal ocean, was carved out, sliced up into the most minute atom and added to it---giving its characteristic bitterness and sharpness giving one presaging visions proper shapes and lines belonging to another framework of space-time.
This concoction they drunk, and they forgot about Time with its intoxication. 
So potent it were, that it made them feel as if they were forever in a pleasant and hopeful dream, though sometimes it felt as if there were foreboding omens and unpronounceable, unspeakable air of uneasiness. but the intoxication of Amrita made them forget Time itself, again and again…
but the snake lived and liveth in Eden, which is felicitous. and the snake prevented the delivery of Amrita by the eastern bird. such was the strange act of providence.
Coldly a snake like the green tendrils of a vine drooping from the top branch on a tree, having heard the call for Eucalyptus, tendered its body downwards  and brought itself closer to the singing women and dancing men to observe, these strange beings wild and with dim features and forms hid by the sun-lit shades emanating from the trees, as this was seemed like for it upon high…
And the snake descended by winding itself along the courses of branches, boughs and the boles, finally alighted upon the verdant ground marred and sullied in splotches by rains, turned squelchy and full of seeds---and it was as if it were the sky, which had not been made into firmament, and was cold and formless like the black water of primitive Human psyche. Although through the ingenious application of its green scales and a tortuous body it swimeth like a fish upon the sea of undeserving soils made by God; it approached as it grew curious to see the young and naive primates dancing and yelling madly under the tree, after a frugal meal of wild fruits, vegetables, roots and strange meats and whatnot. It lifted its head across the gathering and scattering waves of apish celebrants with their antics, intoxicated by rotten food and unclear drink, and he saw a Woman with a bulging stomach brandishing a piece of withered, yellow leaf senselessly around, moaning in an incoherent, sultry voice, as it was recorded on the manuscript I discovered, that she was said to have  "continually utter{ed} {bad primitive imitations of intelligible} words {impossible for them to know, as those were discovered and codified in the future after Man's fall} expressive of prohibition, sufficiency, or desire of liberation { of an object that had never known to them and had never existed in Eden, before Man's fall}" while baring the crude device in resemblance a Yoni by attaching yet greener and tender roots, vines and leaves around the orifice as if a censoring mosaic wall in Japanese pornography or fog of reason in enlightenment philosophers---denying the existence of anything behind the mosaic wall or the fog.
And it was observed by it, that every man was baring his lingam erect, or slightly stooped, standing in a circle around the dancing women, addressing their circling steps admiringly in a coarse and commandeering tone, as if issuing orders to the dancing women, or trying to remark what they think that had happened in their own voice, the sudden moments of pause happened in between energetic turnings of human bodies due to exhausting the momenta---everything that happened in the ardent acts of love. It was primitive singing to bring pleasure to the dancing women and themselves, who were rendered idle for some reason despite the women were dancing. They felt an urge to dance but they did not possess a Eucalyptus leaf, and that lack of action due to restriction they construed as caused by or by itself an embodiment of silence---and thus they broke it voluntarily by uttering those sounds they knew----trying to explain or communicate what they felt the lengthening sunrays' and shortening shadows' interplay in the woods make them see. This was akin to the Eucalyptus thinking game they did before the women started dancing---and it made all of them happy and feel liberated. 
To capture the odd tightening and relaxing movements of the limbs of the dancing women, they begun assigning to them a vocal symbol marked by animals, traits of animals and sounds made by them that they felt appropriate to what those movements looked like in a square frame cast by golden rays through the foliage, and the gentle grey to dark shades moving round as sunrays change in their dimensions in the woods.
Each man thus recalled in their eager imitation of the voices, actions and habitats of all kinds of animals he had encountered during the day before he met the femme fatale, as it was on the book said " they spurted out those utterances imperiously without minding what they sounded like, nor if they could be understood by their male peers of the women dancing upon the stage of mysteries before them, being so intoxicated by the drifting and shifting of that piece of Eucalyptus leaf among the long, supple, and twisting limbs of women".
And when a male had exhausted the voices of animals, he begun to imitate the voices of nature like that of a flowing stream, winds blowing through the leaves on trees, what sounds in their dumb minds they thought flowers would make when they were plucked, or whatever the muted yell of disobedient angels were like, being killed in the bushes by the invisible tigers, that they did not know and could not possibly know.
And at last when even that had failed to woo the great and beautiful woman before him from their intoxicated dances of mysteries to their side-back to the dull, but carefree and joyful everyday life, of enlightened Eden--that there was a man that did a vile and forbidden thing---the worst kind that a primitive could do.
It was so that he imitated the voice of uncreated birds in the heaven.
And that was a thing they should not have done, for the birds did not live in Eden. And their creations out of nothingness by humans were not possible, and indeed there was no process of creation.
In fact, and forsooth, they only took the images of what they knew at those moments had descended from places above for the sound images of birds----which presently, by a happy accident, was the image of a snake descending, twisting its long, tender form around like a drooping vine, from the top of the canopy to the ground---in curiosity of what those little apes were doing to themselves, the  male audiences, singing, gathered round the actresses of stage, the dancing females…
Or to put it more plainly whatever they were doing, men huddled round women, making strange antics and loud noises.
And the men, observing how the snake moved like so, started by imitation of nature, a vocalization of a cracking hissing sound they learned, "s--(t)haaa"!

That was the trouble, for it was ancient spell bound to the sounds a snake makes. Lightly it invoked a scented wind to blow from the redness-stained bushes where the tigers left the bodies of the angels---and that wind plays childishly, howling, dancing in whirls and turns for a while amidst the fragrant woods, then returned and  light-heartedly flipped over the folio covering up the nether parts of the Woman before them----which all of the them, being on heat were fervently fantasizing about, the thrusting and churning of their lubricated lingam against the big, hollowed, and warm walls of yoni, in a spirit-awakening, passionate golden dream of love before the breaking of dawn…
And the addition of that wan folio with gilded edges---wretched, yellow, withered thing, the dried Eucalyptus leaf, a wall of mosaic and a fog created by the feeble reason of primates---had made the whole dreaming in the shady woods of the day into a complete participation in a mystical ceremony with women dancing and men singing.
All of these had stopped the moment the leaf was flipped over---for the winds brought a change over it…over the game of "Eucalyptus thinking" and dance and music followed by the yellow sign shown by the Eucalyptus leaf. suddenly something fell.

And the snake came when they were thinking and trying to pronounce the sounds made by the birds. They were imagining birds flying in the sky which they had never observed before.  And they were imagining themselves becoming or being the birds that were non-existent in Eden. It was unknown if the coincidental descent of the snake due to being curiously aroused by the noises they made, followed by the folio-leaf being flipped over and the winds sent it down. Or was it because of the winds should have sent the leaf down the nethers of Eve by them calling the names of and imitating sounds made by birds, that the snake descended from the canopy?

At that mystical moment they were imaging themselves as unchained, uncreated flying birds from up high in the sky, upon hearing the signal of a hiss which it knew were a call from its kin, scooped all the way down a vine-festooned mossy canopy above their brows, then descended in a graceful, tapering spiral through  the vert and fruitfully-scented undergrowth and grasses down below, upon the formless rain-destroyed surface of the earth which was like unto their primitive psyche---

something fell---which they assumed was a bird. it made an anticlimactical, soft plop upon the ground and the men stared in awe, uncomprehending the nature of this phenomenon, and the women stopped dancing after the descent of the bird.

What was it? What could it be? It was said that for in Eden no one knew what is a bird and the name of any bird that flieth in the heaven, as Eden was paradisal upon the earth in place of knowable heavens, and they did not know anything that could incur sorrow. And they could not comprehend, at all, the amazing image that carved a deep impression to their primitive minds----
something they did not know---a bird died, and then there was a snake fell from the branches.
this was the beginning of all the trouble there is upon earth, the moment where the tragedy happened…
see, the snake rose up its head upon the corpse of the bird as if it were its conqueror in battle instead of the course of nature, and told a lie about how it achieved its victory.
But it does not matter if it lied, for the birds had never existed before in Eden, were uncreated and undefined, and therefore it did not constitute a lie when it told the story to the primitive apes like so in its famous forked tongue.
The tongue could by its split nature bridging the issuing forth of air over the shores of truth and falsehood, transforming in the process it to bluish-purple,  electrified aether of fantastical nothingness, oppressing the whole atmosphere. The aether of intoxication through alcohol and ceremony had been cavorting and shouting all round the woods in madness along with those primates, as if it had been set upon by non-existent flames from their feverish body and spiritual temperature. It filled the space with intoxicating sense of awe and liberation of minds. And to top it off, something fell while the snake fell, and regardless of what it was, the snake slithered its way alongside it, and uplifted its head to claim it first.
The primitive humans did not understand what had fallen, was it perhaps a bird they've never seen? What was it?
this confusion was observed by the snake.
…

ah, I see.
thus the snake spake verily:
"O, worry ye not, Man!
t'is but an Eucalyptus leaf, once in a time green,
that I slept once too as if upon firm, green grass.
full of dewy water made sweet, as if the weeds would bear fruits!
I must have get tangled with it when I descended from the vines
on the top of the canopy---dropping myself down to the earth,
and in the process, untangling it from its bind
and perchance it fell
like the death of a living thing---aha! I have understood!
this is what as sayings go, and as what was known in the past as 'a dead bird'!"
The blessed scent brought by the divine winds smell of iron, a kind of mineral which they had not discovered under the earth or within the components of human bodies, and for it is the sweet, fruitful scent of blood---they did not find it distasteful for it had always been known to them when they ate the bodies of killed angels in the bushes. And they did not even know the invisible tigers existed. Such were their boyhood and girlish dreams---but the Sun was setting beyond the horizon and the glorious golden tint it had brought the shady woods had come to an end.
That something which did fall…
That sorry piece of Eucalyptus leaf---that folio appeared to them now thus a pale and faded thing---withered up and completely lost its life. The yellow being bleached off the last remnant of that Imperial glories, become drenched in the paleness as if it were the leaves' sweat or body fluids.
And the winds dried it up, prized off the tender, fleshy bits and left the leaf in tatters. The favourite plaything and sacred ornament before the nether extremity now seemed like a water-ruined, sorry piece of cheap, discolored sailor's upper garment made into a makeshift white flag.  
Thus the inky darkness came from the horizon, the octopus-fingers of the monstrous eastern Behemoth from the Asian seas in the farther east of Eden, belonging to the sea-giant birthed through churned foams upon nightly ocean and the few remaining rays of Eo's twilight hanging above the strange region beyond the eastern bounds of Eden. And in the coming of those octopus fingers, the bluish-purple sky of evening were dyed with spots and splotches thoroughly in inky black as if it were blasted upon by the octopus' discharge. 
Dripped its toxic, inky discharge as if shooting out sweet juice of love, upon that piece of wan Eucalyptus leaf, and leaving behind an ominous black stain upon the whiteness---which making it like a broken white piece of silken fabric under the dim light of the stars.
The snake among the ancestors of human noticed it, and was made glad by its timely appearance, for it was exactly the sign it needed to instruct those naive children what it had meant by the "Eucalyptus leaf did fall"----it proffered the ink-stained leaf up by putting it in its maw, with its fang bared and the forked tongue speaking aloud.

It said to its disciples who were children:
This was a Eucalyptus leaf that did fall.
And this leaf was actually a broken piece of Moon, falling from above.
Verily, and one might call this a broken piece of black heaven itself---which I offer to thee, which bigger fragment was called "Moon" upon the sky.
This was the cause of the death of stray birds and the reason that the birds had descended from their ever joyous trajectory across the heavens.
And the breaking apart and the falling apart of the Moon  will be sign that, verily, "a bird had died."

And the most beautiful Woman in the group of primitive revelers let out a painful cry. She felt suddenly very sad and uncomfortable---but the sentiment issuing forth not from her chest but from her abdomen---or to be more accurate from a region even lower.
Yet after hearing the strange words spoken by the snake, the gaze of the primitive men and women focused curiously to places away from the nether region,
first they trained their gazes towards the sky for they thought it was the sound of a piece of the moon or a bird falling down due to the moon…but they did not remember or did not find anything that had changed upon the starry night sky.
then proceeded to gaze upon the brows and facial features of the labouring female----and found out in surprise the natural contour of the woman that they once found graceful now was distorted by labour into knitted, intermittently broken lines---and appeared disappointing for it was not the arrangements of dimensions they had been used to while eating, drinking, singing, mating and dancing.
And they could not explain the reason for such a sudden change in the grace a human possesses---that a human was losing its apportioned natural beauty. Then their gaze fell to the long, distended bulges that were drooping like what the snake was like from the canopy of the trees, and they were reminded of fallen birds spoken of by it.
Going still down to her budging stomach swaying to and fro pendulously, like a golden, scent-bearing fruit from the bushes swayed by the winds.
Then they actually saw what appeared to be bushes, meaning the deep-coloured genital hair. Were those things actually related by way of Eucalyptus thinking?
Still lower went the gaze of the humans, which now they felt as if they had in possession the eye of a flying bird falling in spirals to its doom upon the ground.  They lowered their gazes to a region, which joy that once made the beautiful woman with pale and bleached hair before them uttered moans of joy in her dance, while the men around her sung in their deep and glottal noises by blowing and restricting air through their nasal and oral cavities----in imitation of all the sounds they knew of animals and sceneries in Eden's nature. The news of those things were brought to them by the gentle moans of slain angels riding upon the divine winds from the East.
But when this woman with her wan, wrinkled skin like that of a Eucalyptus tree moaneth the winds did not start, and her face was distorted per force of pain, and there was no joy in her countenance and in the hearts of the men surrounding this woman.
And once again they were reminded of the dead birds, which did not bring them news of happiness either. Then they all gazed downwards to the last, upon that fissure of ultimate deep abyss with its store of blackest sentiment known to their gentle and carefree hearts in paradisal Eden.
The only abyss that could bring a nebulous cloud over the denizens in such a blessed place.
Yet for some reason, one or two or thirteen of them strayed from their fixed gaze upon the opening to the womb, to the ground where the snake told them a bird had fallen in place of a leaf. And where was said to have the dead bird, there was only a piece of wan, tattered Eucalyptus leaf with an ever slight tint of yellow from the Sunset.
Although upon the leaf's coarse and age-worn face there were drippings of ink from forms of eight-legged octopus Behemoth from under the ocean in the Far East. A beast whose exact features and traits was passed on later by a survivor of the great flood over the earth, and recorded by his progeny in drawing upon a Japanese scroll as "The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife"  showing the feeding behaviour of the weird eastern Ayakashi.
The dripping of the inky flow which they thought must have been the ichor of the divine bird, instead of the octopus demon---so they brought up that piece of leaf by interlocking their digits like the snake had shown them to do so with its forked tongue interlocking cold, hard fangs. And indeed the inky substance was of liquid nature, slightly warm from the perished life that shed it, and with the feeling of the ichor they were reminded of the sweet, fruitful scent brought over by the winds from the blessed bushes.
The leaf's texture felt sleek and silken, despite they never knew such smooth things like silk had ever existed---uncreated and unknown to them---but the inky substance splashed over it made it coarse and it felt peculiarly incongruous to them.
And the sweet scent from the bushes had turned strong in the air, though too in sharp contrast, some weirder, oily, vegetable like perfume which had been emitted by the dead leaf, filled up their nostrils, telling of its former joy and glories in life must had been possessed--- by this strabge bird before it had died and fell.
And that balmy stimulus for some reason tempted their all the glands in their body to emit a very small quantity of fluids.
And in a baffling logic they tried to apply some of those fluids upon the dead leaf; meanwhile that labouring woman had lied flat, supine to the open night air, and the blood scent from the bushes too reminding her of some fleeting fragments of perished thoughts, and the glands emitted fluids too. This stood in a dichotomy to each other, and they stood in an impasse for the primitive psyche could not understand what was happening. The snake had returned to its wandering amidst the vines, bushes and the canopy of trees. This was a moment where all the universe seemed to stand still. And forsooth it was, for that was the last moment Men remembered of old Eden immemorial, and like so it had died.
This is what it is known as 'a dead bird'!

"ah, I see. "

…
The snake spake like so once:
O, worry ye not, Man!
t'is but an Eucalyptus leaf, once in a time green,
that I slept once as if upon firm, green grass.
full of dewy water made sweet, as if the weeds would bear fruits!
I must have get tangled with it when I descended from the vines
on the top of the canopy---dropping myself down to the earth,
and in the process, untangling it from its bind
and perchance it fell…
"What is the next line in the verse told by the venerable green snake?"
"I forgot. What was it? Does anyone remember?"
"Strange, when we sung we never bothered to remember anything, why do we need to remember it now? I feel something urgent would happen, if we could not remember the next line; I feel quite scared as I do not know what could happen."
"Where is the snake? the snake who killed the bird?"
"the snake that told us about the leaf being a broken piece of Moon?"
"the snake with the Eucalyptus leaf in its mouth!"
"Oh, it must have returned to the grasses, to the bushes, or to the top of trees. It always does that, because it had been a tortuous, slithering thing"
"We must look for it among those things. It must be hidden somewhere in the garden of Eden. Let us search for it like we did for sweet fruits of Eden fell on the sweet and gentle soil."
"Let us start from the grasses around the field. Then some low-hanging bushes, working our ways up to higher hedges, then some short trees, then big trees. "
"Then the top of the canopy if we must. We must know what will happen next to us---for the music and the dance had stopped, and the Sun is black beneath the horizon in the West."
"What is this place we are in where we may see nothing further beyond a few feet away from us? what is this strange smell in the air?"
"why is the bulges upon close to the chest of the beautiful woman uplifting themselves no more? Why would that beautiful woman with her wonderful big stomach dance while moaning in deep intoxication to us no longer? Can someone take a look at her bulges close to the chest? and then the bulges close to her nethers?"
"I cannot see anything in this…darkness. I need not this to see. I need the golden. I need the golden Thing! I am in the wrong place. I cannot see here in this darkness. I need a Thing! I need 'Light'!"
"Why can we see no longer? Why has the golden Thing forsaken us? Where is 'Light'? I can walk no longer. I bump into bushes and step upon strange, soft things that smell horribly. What are those? I do not want to look at them not to mention to eat them."
"What is that 'Light' burning in the bushes bright?
what is that dimness among distant deeps or skies?
Why did my shoulder and my sinews had pressed cooly
contrariwise, into my heart wrenched---heart, art Thou.
pressed upon by inexorable weight and against my will beaten. 
what cardinal burdens had the mysterious passage of Time laden?
O, what had laden all with ungainly weights and drove against the will?
set myself in dimness among distant deeps or skies?
wrenching and trampling over my beaten heart:
in darkness; What dread Hand, what dread feet?"
What dread Hand, what dread feet?
… and so the Man reflected upon it.
When the stars threw down their spears…
When the stars threw down their spears…….
When the stars threw down their spears……..
"I remembered, the next line!"
When the stars threw down their spears………
"I too, I know it from the beginning but could not see it! How foolish I was! The green snake told us all along, when he addressed the dead bird upon the firm ground!"
When the stars threw down their spears….
"The firm ground and its wetness, I remember. The grass made it rain."
When the stars threw down their spears……
"Ah it was yester-day! The ground was firmer and the grasses were warm, pleasing to walk in. We had again some of those…bodies from the earth, picked those round fruits from the bushes. And we did dance and sing before the beautiful Woman with the bulging lines upon the chest and upon the nethers!"
"Yester-day it was 'good'!"
"Today is not"
"But… But…"
"It was not 'good'."
"But…" 
Tomorrow it will be….
When the stars threw down their spears…
tomorrow…
"GOD!"
The frog hidden in dark depths, away from all music of the woods begun to sing.
In confusion, a fool tried to attach the bleached, yellow-edged Eucalyptus leaf seared by the golden Sunlight---in an attempt to close the gaping hole and restore the songs and the dances that happened yesterday, he held it to the wide, yawning abyssal fissure in the nether region of the Woman. The dark and unfathomable nether-aperture led down to the deep and profound, water-drenched hollow the Woman's ugly age-bent back was lying upon. What lieth even beyond that small cavern in lower altitude--perhaps even lower than the surface of the earth? There seemed to be a tunnel that suddenly opened itself through the stationary shadow of the dead woman upon the infirm soil in the shaded woods.
The voyeur birds of death gathered before the dead old woman's splayed lower body---they stared into it in fear, anxiety and even a tint of moistness in sentiment which they had never known before. And from that deep and profound womb-place connected to by way of genitals---there was something likely to drop out and down smoothly head first from the dim and unlit birth canal.
a trill, melodious cry---something they had never heard before---issued forth from that opening.
And they said unto themselves "this descending thing is strange in its vocalization indeed. is it perhaps another kind of snake that descends from the top of the canopies, or is it perhaps a real, live bird that could fly---which we have never seen before?" And they were reminded of what happened when they conjured up the ghost of the snake from upon the top of the canopy, so they begun to hiss like so "s(t)haaaaaaa". This had startled its birthing from that doomed, nebulous passage from within the womb, and for a moment there was nothing but silence. This greatly distraught them, for silence to them meant nothing was happening. But the silence promptly ended from within, as along with the appearance of its head, apart from arousing strangely the odd utterances of desire amongst the standers-by, there is heard from within  the womb a deep, sonorous shout that emanated as if from the hollow below the old dead woman…it is as if the earth itself quaked with meanings and significances…
"wAWwwwwwwwwwh……!!!"
In the deep and dark bushes from the forest of night, the bright eyes of an invisible beast shone forth menacingly against the busy to-dos in some distance, though upon hearing the penetrating utterance of the new-born Thing through the undergrowth and grasses, it recognized it as being a voice similar to its own, and so its curiosity was roused. In its furtive winding ways it motioned itself gently through the unfathomable green ocean of woods, grasses and undergrowth, endowed with sweet scent of hanging fruits and windfalls rotting where they are.
The seas of copious bushes and grasses parted by the penetrating shadow of the swimming tiger from below the waves---the seas that were once cold and formless like the black water of primitive Human psyche. Through the ingenious application of its padded paws hidden with claws and a tender and agile body with strong, rippling sinews and flexible, sturdy bone it swimeth like a behemoth through the region under the sea, floating with forgotten and age-sunk deserved deadly spoils made by and for Tyger itself---that below its swimming paws the grounds were squelchy with crushed and trampled smaller puddles of red seeds as if juicy meat prepared and served to it by ocean currents. It hied its way closer to the edge of a dense green coppice in darkness, hiding its brightly shining eyes. And the blinding invisible illumination in the night unveiled, radiates forth in limitless and awesome profusion from the hundreds of hidden eyes resting secretly upon its orange skin, stolen from so many a Sunsets and Sunrises…and concealed by the seas of green, rolling scales like the frothing waves. The bushes where it hid in sent forth that sweet, sweat-cured, even a bit sour air of the ageless and deathless Eden, portending to a knowing mind unspeakable omens for evil. The ground below its trail was made black firmament under the pressing weight of its paws balanced by its spotted orange tail creeping thereupon.
that it had made grounds firm with the trampled sweet fruits and sweet blood of dead, decaying angels from within the covert of intemperate jungle….
and therefore it was said that from without the circle of death-viewing angels in contrition and lament, away off the primitive seas of dense greeneries, there is be let out a deep and sonorous echo which is like to the  a cry of the newly born Thing, and of the unknowable hollow from below the dead old woman's age bent back, and like the blackness of cosmos above them. 
"wAWRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…..!!!"
the newly born Human Sapient among his peers, Adam, upon hearing it, is said to have "{watered} heaven with their tears."
"WAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRR….!!!"
When the stars threw down their spears…
And then humans knew they had made a mistake, that they mistook the next line of the verse spake by the prophetic snake of Eden.
Let there be Light…

"Tyger, Tyger, burning bright…"

…
That was the end of the tale, which was recorded in the bound collection of manuscript folios written by an idiotic book-saint in 20th century, made with coarse, low-quality commercial Eucalyptus pulp-wood, its spine bounded with some cheap clothing lines or God knows what,  and faux golden glitters applied to the book cover in the image of a snake rising in disobedience, coiling around and round its green and pliable bodies to resemble the scaly green ebbs and whorls of the primordial seas or the jungle----before the birth of first Adam, and after the death and thorough annihilation of Eden and its denizen God. 
There is the shape of a golden----though now the colours faded, Eucalyptus leaf impressed upon the background. And beneath the covert of the leaves…an abyss.
Charged, in base, at the top or beyond it, Dexter or Sinistral---beyond the false visage of a green snake lying at the boundary----there is the eternally alienating and destructive 'Light' in its boundless domains beyond the horizon. But sometimes it might be clement enough that days appear golden…But sometimes the Tyger leaps forth from the green, green seas of bushes, bringing the rolling, rotting fruits from the grasses and the undergrowth. or perhaps from atop the canopy or beyond it?
from the deep, dark and cosmic expanses above our heads?
But it illuminated and will illuminate, by the bright burning eyes of tiger upon its eye-sockets, and its hundred eye from their sockets always concealed, upon its orange skin. 
And there is light… Light did indeed come.
hark---the sound of a dawn-bird above our head!

"Eucalyptus!"
EUCALYPTUS!
A roar of thunder in the bushes.
Above us, the hundred burning stars that are its bright, shining eyes.
Among them, a piece called silver Moon. Among them, a piece called golden Sun.
Among them, Eden and what lieth east of Eden. And among them, God is dead.
For at the end, all I could see was the leaf of Eucalyptus.
And something fell…

(it was said the heraldry of the Imperial House de R'yloi of America is that of a snake biting upon a piece of Eucalyptus folio like so.)

(Europe a prophecy, by William Blake)