Adam's Garden

earthed and written about, the liars in their dens are kept watchful in the my eyes.  i cannot speak clearly about my own vanishing lights, just the thoughts and feelings associated with members of my eyes and my lightning can sing the earlier birds.  i am not the one who ran away, nor the liar that killed me insightfully.  i am so inclined out of virtue and not spite, but still enjoying the life that built houses i am known for.