DELUGE
The caper'd apple tree dwarfed now by
broken sways of time and hurt; twisted
limbs renouncing growth and faith, dropping
only reluctantly the lost forgotten fruit of
reddn'ing envy. Eve and all her ways, Adam
and his stumbling vice. Something walks
in that garden with them both, and they are
are sure, only now, they have done wrong.
They realize, yet don't understand. Then God
somehow comes Himself, strolling this crazy
garden and calling their name; not knowing
where they are? How maliciously vicious is
this tale? And who has written this deceitful
scene? I want to know the name of that one.
Three floods later, anyway, it is all over.
We are as useless as this story ever
was.
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