The tale's as
old as time, because
in the
grand scheme—
no sin
is original.
No imagination has ever
considered whether—it was locked
inside Beauty
or the Beast;
just like, no pair of eyes
ever stopped to notice
that the young man
strung-up on a
Jerusalem lawn
was actually
the one
who needed—us,
each mind
suspiciously failing
to realize simultaneously
that there's only one
perfect and
bottomless love—a wellspring
from which all other
ideas are dredged-up
and diluted.