Today we will begin at the end,
Since it’s always just around the bend,
As a general trend.
I deal not in absolutes,
Color me an opportunist,
As I bask,
In the branches,
And wear whichever skin,
Suits me.
The serpent knew the truth,
Long before those other two,
Ate their fruit.
For better or worse,
You owe your state of mind,
To me.
Structures,
Carefully crafted,
To cause ruptures.
Bite down,
Break through,
Crumbling, crunching, crumpling,
Splitting in two.
Anchors for muscles,
Housings for engines,
Ivory tunnels,
Which flank,
The body’s front door.
Leave room for more!
Gnawing,
Sawing,
Clawing.
You are what you eat.
Seriously,
That matter becomes you.
That saying is true,
You eat,
So you can continue,
To chew.
The File Pile 