OTHERWISE
this flower
might well have been otherwise?
how on Earth can you not tell?
watching from the wings
I will always be there
as my snake self
coiling, uncoiling, sliding
over under
slurring those many
hissed syllables
in order to educate Eve
as to
words, possible worlds,
way
beyond her current
Scrabble set
and in one of these
an Adam without sin
who remains
eternally alone
looking everywhere for
a trace of that beauty
he has
yet not an inkling of
feeling, despite himself,
an inexplicable sense of
emptiness, incompleteness,
loneliness, loss
whereas
in all other permutations
he faces a time that
will come when all gardens
must be levelled
where
the leaves, the trees, the clouds,
the crystal streams and
mirroring waters,
the beasts and birds or the air
whose names
Adam gave
will all forget, be forgotten,
no one will remember, no
one to remember
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