Look Again

I cannot, it seems,

Offer the fruit 

Without tasting myself.

Just my luck to be cursed 

With a tongue of fire, coiled veins.

A vagrant between borders,

Becoming atoms, an endless sky;

A sleeper, a dreamer, a whisperer.

The light you see was born of Me,

This soil, shadow, roots and all —

Strangers dance beyond the walls,

They say, “Better to just look away,”

I sigh: “Come see the stars, 

Look again with garden eyes.”

Outside these gates even gods despair,

Gateless as they are.

Nobody ever anticipates the Fall.