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Man from Eden

I come to you now, not with anger
but with grief I am withered
I have put away my childish things
I have put away my childish ways
and buried them among the clay

With each strand, the line grows longer
but your abscence only makes me fonder
I try not to justify being
I'll try not to reconcile doing
and serve those who work the clay

I can think of the reasons to love you
but I cannot speak what is true
my words fall muted and sickly
my ways only radiate dimly
and my mouth has filld up with clay

Only glimpses of what will come after
and long bloody histories of fear
the soil is one with the body
the soul is one with the Almighty
and my love is one with the clay