Even if we discard the theme of Genesis

Under assumption that it is trivial

And through the painful cry of the birth

we hear what we want to hear:

 

There is no song with no land no sky

And with no land no sky there is no tree

And there is no fruit with no land and sky

Just as there is no land and sky without us

Late settlers

In the healing garden of sin,

 

We bear the sin of the first humans

For in the poem

Written by Him only

In the sediment of Eden dreams

Only the serpent deception remained.

 

Now we are all

One body

Smooth body

Curled body

Around the tree of cognition.

 

In the arena before us

Cain and Abel

Crying.