hanging here,
we’re the fruits
of the tree of liberating life…
planted in the edenic garden’s
beginning of being…
but we are not of mutated
vile apple seeds nor like raisins
hanging in the sun…
rather, we’re of hued seeds
like the melons of the waters
hydrating life…
indeed, we’re fruits
of the seed of undying love
mirrored in the image…
viewed and reflected as is
of the eternal light of the sun
and the moon in setting…rising…
waning…waxing…
likewise, we suffer trials
and tribulations…crucifixions
into the tomb darkness…
setting and waning…
yet, as sibling fruits of the son
of the sun and the womb of the moon
we too, shall have our waxing and rising…
if you agree, text yourself
and believe…peace and love…