For All Our Sins
of The Whys,
and The WhereFores, He did grapple,
while pondering The Core, of One Red Apple,
and the more He looked, the more He eyed, for
just one Taste, He would have died, so there
and then, with His Mouth open wide, He
took that Bite, and of course,
He lied . . .
and so began The Follies of Man, and This was All, Eve, ever wrote,
for Come What May, and, to this very Day, Adam’s Lie, got stuck in
His Throat . . .
from Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound ) The First DoveTale – The Fires of Ice