It was evening…and it was night
For a child with humongous insight
It was cold…and I said `Brrrr!”
There was a whirr, a swirl, like a darkness
moved to find its intense, immense pristine beauty
Yet, I was in a bed of aloneness
It was cold…and I said `Brrrr!’ again
I was in a vastness of aloneness….
My arms encircling my own tree
So, I shook the tree of my singularity,
to feel free… And I yelled: Let there be love!
And there came from within, from below and above
A newness and a familiarity – the three
Mum, Dad, and True Love – the trough
The treasure in my trove!
And I felt completely…repletely
So, I said: Let there be Light;
And so much sparkle, so many gems followed suit!
Who knew that even an eternity of beauty can come to pass
I was so unawares with the rapine, the invasion
And the singularity fell through like a collapsed roof
A garden swept aside, a mountain drained of its rock
A fortress whose ramparts were blown apart
You became, from then on, my lost dream in the distance
And I became a volcano spitting out in an eternal spite
A transude of repulsion; a tranche to the original vortex
The Paradisical Tree of Innocence and Wisdom, became that of Knowledge
So be it known that reality ceased to be its originality ever again!!!!
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