Someone has to keep track
\nof the score,
\nparanoid,
\nfastidious accountant,
\njaded mystic.
\nHow man accounts for himself
\nin Paradise.<\/p>\n
But I,
\nobserving my brothers and sisters,
\nhave given it up.
\nIt was rain one night
\nthat fell on my face.
\nI looked up in the darkness
\nand asked,
\nwhose tears are these?<\/p>\n
And I wanted
\nthe sound of voices,
\nsomeone\u2019s arms around me,
\nand to see the flowers
\nthat bloomed on a cliff,
\nwithout reason,
\nlight,
\nmiraculously coming
\nfrom a stone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Someone has to keep track of the score, paranoid, fastidious accountant, jaded mystic. How man accounts for himself in Paradise. But I, observing my brothers…<\/p>\n