a poem of possibilities
buried far beneath the earth
in the garden of good and evil
lies dormant the key
to man’s heart
the seedling had failed
to germinate
while the tree of knowledge flourished
thereby leaving man
selfishly singular
it’s been said treasure can be found
somewhere in the cradle of civilization
its hidden secrets
more powerful than the words
of all the enlightened masters
who left this world
dreaming of lasting peace
december two thousand thirteen
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