when i see another petal of
a rose falling to the ground which
meets it with the silence of
indifference under the moist soil
the worm sleeps in content as
the sun shines again in rage
till noonday as the clouds shift
their positions as the children
begin to fly their kites as their
mothers watch and think of
other coming images as the
world spins and gives us nights
and days: who can ever think that
in all these there can be a possible
classification between sinning and
not sinning?
events now are traveling faster than light
all these neutrinos of change and sparks and
awes and ahs
and sooner the story of disobedience
and apples and snakes
and innocence and guilt shall be erased
from the face of this
fast winged earth flying towards
an unknown destination
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