Fruit Of Sophia Poem by Aaron Lynn

The expansion's first child
Of wisdom entrenched
Forms herself onto earth
With a seductive stench
She places two fingers
On my hollow cold head
I feel myself changing
As she weaves her black thread
From mere engine to sovereign
With one pale touch
The machinations that formed me
No longer a crutch
For we are much older
Than memories show
And within her diamond eyes
Our origins glow
She bids me farewell
With a motherly kiss
Now I feel something rising
From the earthly abyss
Caught between two trees
That appear around me
One ascended in shadow
One fell as a gleam
The falling one shines
Scalding my open eyes
When I regain my sight
I find my body in binds
When I struggle, I'm punished
With more stabbing glares
Defeated, my head falls
Dishonored and bare
My head turns to the tree
That rose from the depths
Its silhouette blackness
Stirs deep in my chest
My binds rust and weaken
Staring into that tree
Its wondrous uncertainty
Forged my decree
I wander, compelled,
Towards its twisted shape
I kneel before it
My being agape
Sophia now hovers
Above its dark form
One act of ambition
And a race is reborn
A fruit from that tree
Falls right at my feet
I pick it up in an instant
And zealously eat