Who had betwixt us mirrors wrought
A blinding fold of occultic smoke
So we took of which thou had spoke
Our case we plead and it is thus
Are we to blame… or Theutus?
It was not smoke, but golden fruit
Need I now these prosecute?
T’was not I that did entice
Thine self brought evil into paradise
These cabalistic themes ye weave
Knowing ‘tis cozy to stay and frigid to leave.
Of cognizant minds scoffed and burned
And rapturous trust to cerebral inhalation?
Relent thee not to such crackling erudition!
Though these two points seem miles apart
Relinquish the vanities and uncertainties of science and art.
M. Thomas Eves, 1994
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