i left the garden of
our Eden
i have lost whatever
reason i have
for those flowers
no ambition remains
to be trees
the clouds erase
themselves
from the only sky
left in my
mind
whatever that
was
it was a happy
memory
but the only faithful
creature
is here with me:
this snake with its
forked tongue
has an eloquence
that keeps me company
let me hope for
a dove
after this Flood.....
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