I found a little plot of land in the garden of Eden,
it was dirt and dirt is all the same.
I tilled it with my two hands and I called it my very own.
There was no one to dispute my claim.
The wandering eye that I have caught
is as hot as a wandering sun,
but I will want for nothing more in this garden
than to start again.
In the hardening of every new heart as one
we broke ourselves
in the war of what is created and what we design.
But both in equal parts are welcome to come along;
I'm inviting everyone.
Farewell to loves that I have known,
even the muddiest of waters run.
Tell me what is meant by sitting alone in a garden,
Seceded from the union in the season of the sun..?
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