Here I lie again inside this broken body. Wrestle against the tree, my muscles aching. To get up now is death, to die is to really live. Flesh is restless, twisting, spasms in my back increasing.
We take a walk in the garden. We share the fruits of life. We live beneath this canopy. Why did we take that bite?. . We cover up our shame. We walk in black and white.
I stand here closed and open. Praying for the summer rains. Reaching into pull back the curtains. Ruling in this deserted land. . I will let me go. My walls melt away.
I stand here closed and open. Praying for the summer rains. Reaching into pull back the curtains. Ruling in this deserted land. . I will let me go. My walls melt away.