in a garden sorely missed
we relish memories that we still kiss
and the stains from our unecessary deeds
are for which the Lamb still bleeds
"simple, easy, take it slow"
but our bodies control and we say no
you speak in parables
and show us the terribles
we resolutely cover our ears
from the truths attacking our fears
for the one day you will return
maybe, just maybe, my heart will again burn
and i try to describe the indefineable
with shook up words and rhymeables
but the truth is, i'm looking at eternity
and i see you. can you see me?
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