Eve After Falling Into Sin, Johann Koler, 1883
Love, again you have found me in the call of birds, the sound of wind thrumming in my ears.
I know that all the world was meant to be green in this way, that lushness was to overwhelm and sedate us into the dreamlike torpor of Adam.
Fill us with a potency. Make us leap from out ourselves towards you, nearer by death-and-life-giving.
Here in the barren land we wait for lushness, for fervent murmur of running waters, for the full welling of slow rivers.
Break us for our yolk.
Keep us till we sleep our fathers' sleep and give out the new full self.
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