Apples

Raining with unseen apples
That the many Eves will feed
The many other Adams with…
Fertile rain for so many revivals
Of wonderful heavens,
Haunted, still, by the snake
Of the same end…

Shut up and listen
As apples fall and
Crush the lost words
On silence’s wall!

The heaven is too dangerous for us,
Is there where the hell was born!
But the road to hell passes
Like a snake, through the heart
So, shut up and listen as apples fall,
Don’t eat, we don’t belong to this myth.

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