Friday, January 13, 2006

Ex Cathedra, III


Father forgive me, for I have
woken from the deep sleep of men.
My eyes have been opened

Just as the glittering snake foretold.
And what has been revealed to me?
Good & Evil? No, but the stunning beauty of the world.

The bright blood of the fruit
was still wet on my lower lip
even as words were materializing

like figures in a dark room
as the morning light slowly
appears, atom by atom - one here, one there.

Drought is coming. A dry wind blows.
The light has reversed its atomic process.
Father, forgive me - I chose to wake.

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