Then, wisdom grew from fruit
and time was a seedling.
All creatures spoke the same,
hymns of bats, the breath of horses.
We were winged and freedom
was etched on the soles of our feet.
Pathways in the earth and sky were known,
Now we step naked into the blazing sun.
Bare ourselves to golden rivers and the
awesome tidal thunder.
Dali and The Garden of Eden