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Do not profess to believe based solely upon precedent.

          I am my namesake in the market:
                     The Serpent Sapienta,
                     The Demon Sophia,
                               "Come buy, Come buy."
          Eve:
          We have eaten of the tree and found sweetness
                                So succulent
As to render all other fruit, however convincingly ripened,

Ash-filled.

          We consume, and consume,
                    Sweet heretical juices.
          We have tasted. We want more.

                    (We are so many.
                    We dance and spin in ecstacy,
                    juice in our hair, on our hands and clothes,
                    flinging off of us in frenzied twirling . . . )

           We know the flavor of the forbidden,
                     We have tasted Original Sin,
                               And we see that it is Good.

(And so many are starving,
          eating blessed ash-filled apples
knowing only that it leaves them wanting
                               Juice.)

Pater Eorum, let us into your Orchard.

Perhaps,
For the sheep of your devoted flock,
The sanctified fruit is enough.
          Perhaps, to them, it is sweet,
                                          Divine.