Poems: Eden Express

 

Peel back the layers of evil, 

find a small crying baby, 

naked and red, 

unripe, unready. 

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Love is the final coral reef you see before drowning,

that is love. 

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White feather falling

row boat on air descending

a healing song plays

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I am no woman. 

Do not allow that conspiracy of separation, 

how bold to assume division when 

I Am a great door made of smaller doors.

The Great I Am!