seeds of paradise

when time disappeared, then reappeared, the seeds that were planted in me. 

i went far away, far back or…

forward in time

i was not here. 

i was there in the now of everything.

at the moment of deluge.

we were there us who were chosen to be there lowly or high born 


we saw,

we agreed on what we saw

we agreed that a broken cycle 

a schism in the psyche

reaching around the whole of a blessed world

the watchers took us

gave us tools

gave us the ability

to repair paradise

to make paradise where ever our eyes gazed

the light in us 

even in the darkest of caves

was paradise


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