The Glow of Eve In My Eyes

I have the glow of Eve in my eyes. Genesis. In the beginning there was heaven and earth. Here I am in the Garden of Eden looking at the tree of knowledge, the tree of good and evil, and I think alright, I already have foresight. Epiphany. I felt that was not blasphemy to feel that way, nor was it sacrilegious because if I were not religious, I would not be in the garden of Eden. The plants were green with envy and the water was blue with denial. It id summer in Le Afrique and I am free and feeling good. I felt emancipated from birth. My heart beat and that was an emancipation. When I touched my rib cage I knew that there was one rib still belonging to a man. But it is mine now. I am feeling good and feeling free. C'est le vie. C'est fini. Et tu Brute? Is that what I am so suppose to say? Brutus has yet to betray Julius Caesar so what would be the point in saying that? I am free to walk through this garden capisce? There is no need to fight there is no need to take physical flight I am alright. The flutter of a butterfly's wing can cause a typhoon across the world. And so maybe I will twirl and turn from that tree of knowledge. And so I am here without a doubt. And I doubt that I have to continuously smack my lips and shake my pointer finger about. And what about antonyms? That was rhetorical. It would only be logical to understand that Genesis and Revelations are not antonyms. IF I get forgiveness for wanting to be alone, maybe we can talk about Revelations, maybe we can just be silent. Skeptical I am that I am here alone. Revelations.