the poem is a conjoined phi
are serpent and angel:
are the act and the reaction.
we paved the way to separation.
when given just shy of everything,
we demanded to have it all.
we insisted we were worthy
of things beyond our comprehension.
given balance and perfection,
we spit it out.
and in turn, we were spat out.
we were sent east, into nod.
into the sun:
into heat, toil, pain, fear, and death.
and our conscious stands guard behind us
at the gates, flaming sword in hand.
searing regret into our souls.
searing, into our future, our past.
reminding us of hubris' cost
to our race.
to our children
'we are both serpent and angel.
we shed scales and grow wings