Fallen from the Garden of Eden
The first thing I hated was your exposure
You looked uglier in bareness
I covered your starkness with leafy garments
You stank and I stuffed my nostrils
The quirk of fate pushed me to lay you bare again
The portal through which I could window the world
Things we like are things we despise from the other end
The dirt we discard nourishes the tree of life
The garden wall is crumbling
Man has paid for the original sin
And God released man from his dungeon of thought
Man is returning to his original state
Bareness and simplicity
Going beyond the flashy garments
First thing we were bare
Second thing we were clothed
Last thing we are returning to origin