From Eden

     
The insurmountable contradiction    
between my adolescence and your    
authority fluently matured. Yearning    
     
multiplied and Stoicism dissipated    
until it destroyed the historic peace    
of distance between us. Impervious      
     
to fate, or perhaps not caring either    
way, the shameless obstinacy of a    
Methuselah prevailed. We eschewed    
     
ignorance, braved our escape into the      
archives of Eros, forgoing Ariadne's      
Thread, having no fear of not finding      
     
our way home from earthen knowledge.      
Each chromatic scale of feeling resembled      
a crumbling cavern darkening the tunnel      
     
behind us. We caught each other with      
our breath and I became a crumbling      
servant's quarters caught in a mudslide    
     
against the Master's house. The entire      
weight of disobedience lightened the      
the deeper we ran until lingering in a      
     
melodiously off-key tune to the only      
beauty we knew: discovery. Lifetimes      
seem like yesterday and we're still      
     
digging our way southward, having      
survived a ne phis ultra of a bygone      
era and sin against the holy edict of an      
     
Esprit de corps of divinity: Only dead gods      
are gods forever; Unless, we're not.    
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