edenA Poem by m.s.earlyIt is from dust and enmity in which we came this curse to toil the ground in search for knowledge will live until the day we die. forbearing we sail this dust and i, the creeping things eating it on legless writhing and consume the earth on which it crawls. Between rivers walked amidst the afternoon sun, the garden now behind and the uncertainty and curses bestowed following generations.
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11 Reviews Added on February 25, 2014 Last Updated on February 25, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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