Echoes of Eden

Over and over again

The same place,

The same game,

The same search for

The same proof for

The same claim.

Déjà vu with a twist:

I’m you, and you’re me,

We’re still entangled in

The same web, tied to

The same ball with

The same chains.

We look, but we don’t see:

It’s the same garden,

The same snake,

The same fruit on

The same tree,

Offering the same deal:

Your soul for a bite,

For just a taste, then

The same judge above

And the same blame.

The swords still burn with

The same flames,

We’re out, we leave,

We can’t stay.

It must be wrong, but

I can't get enough of you,

So let's put the lights out, and 

How about part two?

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, to hell with those fig leaves.
Maybe we shouldn't be doing this...but before we stop, let's have another go.
j.