Garden of Eden, Soul*
Woven garden in one's eye
The fabric of all fruit to be eaten with
The abundance has given itself up
Drunken men stagger
The tree leans to make itself more upright
This moment has been chosen
Dom*Colucci 2011
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Here, it is*
Here, it is* It is where I am that my being has took To be of deep contemplation in what I look For the depth that I go in what I see Noth...
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