In Adam’s fall, we sinned all
goes the puritan primer
and with Adam’s stumble
fell we in with Lucifer
in our willful snub of God,
unable every moment since
to flex our knees, bend
our spines stiff with pride.
Adam having mistook a grain of barley
for a harvest crop of bread and inebriant
and with the bite of an apple learned
first hand the haunting of insatiable need.
O child of God, to reenter the garden, become
wraith-like and lithe enough to slip between the
pales.
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