on the way down
writing the script of the soul
on the way down to Adam and eve's eden
God's little attempt
I saw the height of the throne
felt my insignificance
Felt the push and pull
of every stage of my life
That cave
At the beginning and the end
joining confusion into itself
like a needle pulling cotton through a shirt
I'd love to enter the sun and survive it
conduct heat to every beast on earth
and silently send a sophisticated love
So that they would understand goodness
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