The Race Of Eve Poem by Aaron Lynn

The Race Of Eve



The dominion envelops my skin

An inevitable degradation

That essence seeps into my pores

And twists the inner key

This force

That bored its way inside

Awakens the ascendant

That always nested within

Though inactive, unknown

Now breathing, alive

Through these veins that are flooded

With the substance of that yonder gulf

Lighting torches

Of heart and mind

This undying stimulant

Nailed to my bones



The horizon expands

Beyond the narrow valley of the Lord

Who condemns this bliss as an ailment

And curses us to perdition

But to be is to produce that sentence

For those black seeds were planted

With the fruits of the Fall

And it was what the Ophians saw

That hangs above the race of Eve

Making our circumstance viable

Steering us into recondite wisdom

Into unnoticed beauty

Into remorseless passion

The rivers of which flow forever

Friday, January 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
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