Those schemes: so much distraction —
paper-cut smarts and then up in smoke.
Life is written
all over my hands.
The ink: so much blood.
And God did so heap upon his Gifts unto Adam
and Adam did become so burdened with Abundance,
he sought shade from the light
and did sink his teeth into nothing, of his own creation,
and loved himself as creator, like God,
and staked out a portion of Eden, calling himself exile,
and only gave unto himself of his own hand,
and wove a second skin to cover up, with shame,
that his first was a gift,
and when he thought of creator,
he confused himself with God,
and how did God love his own creation,
calling it good.