I once sat by a tree that burst with fruit but I lost the path and am now far away did I imagine the tree and the fruit's taste? Perhaps. Perhaps. So now I pray that somehow we could find a way there a way back to the tree, to the fruit this time I would not take but wait I would sit and grow by the root I wish I could return, I wish that there was a way to change to rewind, to do over, to give these blood bought skins in exchange. That foul snake I believed like a fool if instead we received he could be felled. One day long after a woman came to me with a smile, because her belly swelled.