the error remains ours; the first man
and woman

slipped in the beginning;

and to follow, five thousand years, we
continue to slip,

the lesson, apparently, for naught;

it is easy to fall in their footsteps, after
all,

how much further are we from
perfection;

the generations have grown small, the
distance, far away;

we will not return, we are not meant to
return;

most concealed of all;

how we will rise, and stand higher than
before.