Since Adam and Eve
have
Eaten the cursed apple
and
Gained consciousness,
Poets and philosophers
Debate our continuous
State of loneliness.
Composers let oboe
Sax and horns
Blow out their heart and soul
Wailing like a grieving mother
Answered by shrieking violins
Stop!
They do stop at a high note
That’s the painful nugget
of
Loneliness
in
Human throat
Choking over the bitter taste
of
The cursed apple.
Music continues into a misty
Fog.

May 14, 2016