So we get shadow—
It’s inevitable, Love,
I try not to go simple
But in heaven
They tell me
There is no black
Or charcoal
Everything is lit from within.
But not so, on earth
Where there’s sin…
So consequently
Things get hidden,
Well, that’s my opinion;
But just look within
And see the shadow self
Our ancestors made
When they disobeyed.
I’m serious, now
That’s how
I end up frayed
Fallen and full of sin.
Both of us
Our life in noir
And I, the worst transgressor
Am left guessing
Motives and deeper purposes
In this silent film
Of gestures.
That’s my take—
We’re not whole;
Sin has made us
Come apart,
But after life
Has broken us
Perhaps we might
Create art.