We walked away from humanity that day
In hopes of something grander
So I
Called her god
And she
Said the same
And often she called aloud my name.
Vain imaginings ran the course
And the leaves of the food that took us higher
Now clothed us in remorse.
“Poor Adam”
“Poor Eve”
Poor knowledge sent away till our children woke up.
As us.
And gods were born to them.
Vain imaginings…
December 17, 2010
Adam & Eventful
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© tracy j h
i see the 3 text project has resumed.
ReplyDeletein a sense.
ReplyDeleteit is time to post some of them.
and ting.
<3 this
ReplyDeletemy thanks Maya. many happy returns
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