Tree of Knowledge

He takes a bite of the apple And a vision appears He follows the light until the image is clear He sees her porcelain beauty Against another man's skin He hears her moaning A way she hadn't for him With grotesque fascination He watches until they fall still He burns with the knowledge of good and evil He feels like he's falling, falling Out of grace and into knowledge He watches with dry eyes Eyes that have changed One final memory of the vision remains Her playful body enjoying the sweet taste of sin The dance of love that's now foreign to him Day turns to night and night turns to day He puts the illusions of his childhood away With the new understanding, he builds a world of his own Outside the garden, he finds the will to go on