Separate instances of many mistakes made when sleep was nye,
when the wanderings of the mind veer off beaten paths
and of dangerous outcomes one is no longer shy,
upon my life their dark shadow casts.

And I am left to speculate what graces I have lost along with
innocence and that good ignorance scorned by Eve,
leaving my mouth coated with the cloying pith
of that fruit she was suffered to thieve.