Heaven can be hell,
So let's break away,
Running jumping laughing cursing flying screaming skipping journeying loving wishing hoping...
Let's be imperfect
Let's go out the gates...
Never come back--
fugitives Of perfection
Let's run away,
to where the air is dirtier,
not-so-crisp,
not-so-clean,
Where the flowers can wilt,
Die, be picked,
and picked apart by the imperfect human fingers...
Where the trees can tilt, broken...
by the will of the Gods.
I curse the garden of Eden,
for it bears everything perfect...
I wish to taste imperfection...
The skin of an imperfect fruit.
Let's fly- Fly away on our (imp)wings(erfect)
Fly away on an imperfect dream.
Live our days in the
lower world...
With only our imperfect love to guide help distract us from the inevitable...
//end//