When the moonshine's as bright
as it'll get for the bright-eyed
young man's fumbling
fingers to stumbling
on up a younger one's
quivering, crumbling,
deeply asundered
Innocence,
what then?
Is it you or was it me,
was it Adam, was it Eve,
or the devil in a snake,
coiled up in poisoned hate,
maybe Alpha and Omega
bent on giving freedom
to such a vast estate
with The Devil as a date?
Or is it being loved
by Someone so rich we could never earn a cent,
got us greedy,
stole our senses
till we started needing
something other than the grace
of the light upon our Lover's face
to spend our breath
from out our lungs,
so we chose poverty and death
to break our Innocence in theft?
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