What if I’m the snake in the garden?
The devil between my own two elbows?
Slithering around my psyche,
I tempt myself into self-fulfillment.
I eat the apple.
I kick myself out of Eden everyday.
I typically think I’m too good for it
— Too good for peace and quiet.
Outside the garden, I clothe myself with knowledge.
I see how naked I truly am,
How much more I will never know,
How many answers I can’t have.
The stupid snake inside me,
Will never stop hissing,
Will never stop searching for outward success – the secret knowledge of evil gods:
How to get peace without giving up pride.
But I’m shedding my skin, staying longer in Eden each day.
Slowly peeling off the pretty dead things in my life
That do not serve me.
I’m learning how to coexist with the snake inside,
Because it’s stuck with me,
and can’t slither away.

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