Friday, August 21, 2009
THE APPLE
The Apple
Attend the keening of the night,
let the shadows come alive,
to speak through masks of gossamer
the Truth for which we strive.
They might weep for pasts constrained
by characterological lies,
and hide in thoughts of oracles
yet in Gods our hope belies.
Repress, obsess, depress, aggress
our defenses gone awry,
the gift in Eden’s apple
ego’s death can’t be denied.
V2009