Eden isn't lost to all.
But a garden
Where not knowing is acceptable
Where reality is ugly
And death is a punishment
For reaching out
Plucking and biting
For tasting the world--
That is a terrifying paradise
Of illusion
That I would freely choose to leave.
I fear finding it again, actually
By some biological accident
Or circumstance that requires hiding
In a comfortable place.
I want to know! I need to know!
If its a sin, I'm saying it now
I ate the fruit
because
I smelled a cloying strangeness
In this illusion
And all I ever regretted was your pain
At losing it
If there was some snake in there I don't remember
Or a God in there, either
I'm glad that you still see Him in your mind
But I don't.
I'm still foggy from the sweetness
Of every other tree
But only one,
Good or evil,
Showed me what I know of me.
