Taste and see, brother – my downfall.
I am both broken and whole,
break to rebuild.
I feel I fear this: as above, so below,
as all we are.
as blooming seeds grow trees,
your love of tatters and shreds
fears these sinking dreams.
“I have fallen, haven’t I?”
Calling me to climb further, a
start to ending – perfectly reflecting ourselves.
For aren’t we?
Again and again:
We aren’t for
ourselves, reflecting perfectly – ending to start
a further climb to me, calling:
“I haven’t fallen, have I?”
Dreams sinking these fears,
shreds and tatters of love. Your
trees grow seeds, blooming as
Are we all as
below, so above? As this fear I feel: I
rebuild to break.
Whole and broken, both am I.
Fall down, my brother – see and taste.