have our spirits always been
as fancies my heart?
from time’s weaning
to redwood saplings
to when Everest was but a plain with child
to when clouds cry’d into Atlantic canyons
to when a candle yawn’d and stretch’d
and marry’d Night with Day
We were there
and wonders where and when
it all went wrong.
I’d point to that Garden of Eden
but it seems to have gone?
I would’ve liked to experience early Eden… before it became this.
I do believe we’ll get a second chance, Art 🙏