before they hit the ground
they believe in future lives
because they have still not
exceeded their true calling
within each of us a genius
struggles under a stupid king
two hills hidden behind
two mountains knock-knock
in one of their past lives
you were a walled garden
and I was a wandering vine
and I went far from any garden
drawn by unseen horses
and you I have not touched you since
the four winds tore you apart
and your face went under
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