from the time when the first day
of birth-dirt burst on opulence' scene
and the moral fiber of that earth-clad
corporeal being felt complete
when the joinery of celestial providence
melded leather with vermeil
and twain walked together
in a maelstrom so surreal

so fell the apple, so fell they all
from their malus pumila
as pseudo-divines swept
in the rancored wrath of hagia sophia
ever excluded, ever in search
of that which time has wrapped
in doubted silence of its existence
for which is found its path

to God�again.