The hero delusion shatters,
we all become sheep led by the goat
to be sheared,

or not, and we say, enough with the  Jungian junk,
men never knew before now
what men know now,
so there. Stop lying about magic, if you can't honestly
tell a kid how machines work,

starting with a lever,
and an edge, sort of, sorted into a second thought,
I ought to imagine being Adam,
I would feel stupid if I had no knowing,

I think that now, but not Adam.
He invented the idea of the best thing ever, and
in his whole being
she was the mother of all living, and look,

she is not dead, what ever dying is,
is what she seems to be doing just as well as
before knowing good from evil, all at once,

which I know, he knew as soon as he took a taste,
from her offered lips.