Do you think we're here because God was lonely?
Because the cost of consciousness was too high?
And so He breathed into clay, and cleaved His mind in two?
But what was Adam to do?
The birds know nothing, and so they sing,
And the buffalo and the coyotes roll by with little mind to him,
And the fish swim past never digesting Kafka
I wonder if Man was lonely there too,
And so Adam's rib was stolen, new perfection,
And the fruit was plucked and the serpent slithered onward to deceive the world
And they were angry, then, the Firsts,
Angry at God and at pain and soil and at babes screaming and bloody,
Or did they anguish, did they curse, did they weep and lament?
It was never ours to shoulder and Eden was never ours to burn
And so the letters are written and the smoke coils upward to and unknowable King
So that I might sleep and dream,
And let me not gaze into Hell for dear God, it looks back,
And I may again be forgiven
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Drinking Eridanus
PoetryThis is a new collection of poems. Themes include depression, death, grief, trauma and mental illness. Read at your own discretion. Thank you!
