EDEN

from nothing & of nothing, 
conscious in nothingness
where nothing exists-
something formless & shapeless.
without a face. without a name. 
I believed in everything 
then gave birth to myself.

I've been made of dust- my eyes are open—
androgynous just as god intended.

from nothing & of nothing, 
conscious in nothingness
where nothing exists-
something formless & shapeless.
I have no face. I have no name. 
But I conceived of everything
then gave birth to myself.

But from where did you arrive? My body's broken.
Torn out of my side in E-D-E-N.
You were so ashamed of being human-
I just could not wait to leave the garden
and pull you into me just as we began.
Truth will set us free of E-D-E-N.
I was just a child, now I'm children:
both who sympathize more with the serpent.


Track 1 of “The Tragic Dance of Dying Leaves”
Canary Complex, 2023

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