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.