Humans and Perfection

The Great Adultery              a poem by rick elgersma

We thought we'd control life

But discovered our willed life

Doesn't tell the entire story.

Our light isn't our own light.

The truth says,

At the moment of discovery

Human’s desperate attempt

To cover up in front of their beloved

Remains constant.

Life, randomly beautiful

Because desperate measures

Most often loiter in our dreams

A titillating  environment untouched

By reality and yet provides 

The dreadful fuel 

To our very real temptations.

Is it cheating to remain quiet

About our fears and temptations?

Is it unfaithful to oblige modesty

In the wake of guilt?

It was one day long ago

That man hid from his beloved

The first great adultery

And they covered themselves

The moment of discovery

Desperately covered up

The unrequited irony

Uncovered to the whore

And modest before the beloved

Their faces pierce the darkness

Of our dreams and enticement

The want of good and evil

And controlling neither of them

Even the whisper of a thought

Is heard by the beloved

Because the beloved knows

Their heart unsown.

Guilt stares

Fury wails

Sadness burns

And only struggle and blood

Stitches and yet no blank, no space,

No emptiness and no void

Are filled without love unconditionally tender.

Even rivers dry up sometimes.

And fists pop the music grows loud

The fire grows and Lucifer

Satan screams into the microphone

Like fuel venom flows the flair of 

Delicious pleasure teems onto the heads

Of the adulterer

I feel so sure of myself

But ask the dust to which 

We must return and you’ll

Find the consequence of guilt

The great adultery

For in every grain of dust,

Adam.

Except for One drop of blood

The river flows

The abyss find the ground

The darkness lithely lighted…

It has always been that

At the moment of discovery

Human’s desperate attempt

To cover up in front of their beloved

Remains constant.

The curse of good and evil unanswered

By human minds except that we are saved

With the knowledge that God was witness

To the Great adultery.

A play we rewrite each day

A touch we re-enact

And God remains witness

And our eyes always look to the hills

Avoiding the dust that are my bones

Because the Hill's rivers, blood

That shed, rushes like mountain rivers,
Washes, fills our souls

Glory that was never housed nor hid

And the help we’re not desperate for

Because our souls have not been ours

For such a long time

The battle on my desert heart

and still but one I am forbid to fight.

My one punishment for the great adultery

Is that I, man am restricted from my own power

Someone else’s blood drips, flows onto my heart

And creates the soul that turns my desert into oasis.

Adultery—deception’s creative history

We thought we could control life

But life turned and discovered

It was not all it should control

Every word spoken 

After the great adultery

Was an attempt to gain more from life

Or give it away.

Impossible dreams

Everything we dreamed

Became frenetically unrestrained

And it has always been that.

The truth says,

At the moment of discovery

Human’s desperate attempt

To cover up in front of their beloved

Remains constant.

The moment of discovery

Desperately covered up

The unrequited irony

Uncovered to the whore

And modest before the beloved

I yearn for the day when I might finally

Be uncovered before my love

And hidden to the whore.

I want to see the garden.