Gathering the nourishment–
picking from poisoned bush–
we place our selection in the basket of reason.
The berry appears so tempting,
so ripe, with sweetness to indulge.
Juice like wine. Pallet of splendor.
The taste of a dream we’d rather not wake from.
We knew we were poisoned from the beginning–
yet, we ate. We didn’t care.
We boldly placed our selection in the woven basket