Falling tree, spinning top,
both are wood, neither are good,
we are flesh,
flesh is weak,
it burns, it freezes and scars,
It rashes, bleeds and dies,
we kill flesh,
we eat flesh,
we fuck flesh,
we are flesh,
we hope, pray and dream,
but still we die,
for we are flesh…
~*~Murray Forrester~*~
