Autobiography of Eve by Ansel Elkins
Wearing nothing but snakeskin
boots, I blazed a footpath, the first
radical road out of that old Kingdom
toward a new unknown.
When I came to see those great flaming gates
of burning gold,
I stood alone in terror at the threshold
between Paradise and Earth.
There I heard a mysterious echo:
my own voice
singing to me from across the forbidden
side. I shook awake --
at once alive in a blaze of green fire.
Let it be known: I did not fall from grace.
I am blown away by that poem. BLOWN AWAY. I've memorized it so that I can keep it with me all the time...