you gave me the seed of what is right and wrong
but I planted the tree of knowledge
and with pride and trepidation watched it grow
until its forked branches patterned the sky
until it carved incantations deep into its tissue
I alone know the bitter taste of its fruits
how they grow on the tongue with languor
how they burn my mouth with sweetness
and draw my truth into shameless light
I have eaten and I have Known
suddenly I have seen
the secret writings that hide within the tree
split by frost, swollen by heat
I have seen their purpose
I have eaten and I have known
I suffered in order to know and
knowledge brought more suffering
yet I eat and eat more fruits
at the risk of being sick
for this tree has recreated
the very stuff of life
a Name within my reach.


