out of eden
the concept of what existed before
had rotted with the apple
there were the pips
but there was no garden
to plant them in
so we planted them in our hearts
and set off to search for our lost souls
a gentle breath pushed us
along a precipice paved in mist
there is a wall
so there must be a gate
between heaven and hell
there were two two-way mirrors
and we were in each others eyes
as was the question
that sought an answer
the length of that shadow was not lost upon us
stand back behind the rope
there is nothing to see here
move back move back
who in an orchard of days
let the goats in
let us chat over tea and jam creamed scones
for you have seduced me
the deckchairs are arranged
and the sun is warm
this garden is not too bad while it lasts
is it
is it
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