B is for Adam & Eventful

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