please scroll slowly.
the serpent
the first bite of the apple was to suppose
that reason was grown of the garden
that the madness was carved before the concrete poured.
the second bite, expelled, naked, was to suppose
that reason was saved from the garden
that the madness was archeology.
the final bite, afraid, alone, in flight, was to hope
that the garden might follow the chalk dust.
the path
one path in the house of Asterion
ran itself through, pierced
by tines to its walls string and semiotics,
rebuilt itself, themself, lurched on.
the library
one room in the Library of Babel,
contains in its volumes the words
Ate
Dull
Crow
Building
Fallen
and Blood
in all their permutations.
En passed through it once