When condemned to fruit

When we’re with ourselves—
alone, each—we redeem
The Fall and give it merit:
I am abysmal and a creature
of distraction, or else I die—
even the brain in meditation
stirs a calculus in its sense—
I am abysmal and Adam
proved too prodigal a father—
in the body—of the body—
we none of us want to be here,
I think, since think I must—

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~ by Jeremy on June 22, 2013.

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