Selling Notions

we consumed from the tree of knowledge of good and evil,

now the tree of knowledge of good and evil consumes us.

here i stand to iron out the universe,

perfectly flat except for a few wrinkles.

just beyond the fold is the most cursed at chore,

that bump in the cosmological constant,

it is  flat when it should be curved.

pulsating quantum fields of energy

fluctuate in the vacuum,

keep adding the constant but it will never cancel

or guarantee a flat spacetime.

ironing and vacuuming on a quest for notions,

a spyglass spool of thread needles a thimble,

the whole torus tree full of energy.

lower the sky! open the lens,

let the curvature of the universe magnify the tiniest particles.

nothing is constant, especially adam

evolving from eden. time lapses blooming flowers,

shears cut notions yet spring keeps coming.

jezabel the destroyer grows ravenous

for lies, diversions, and  illusions

consuming the fruits of wisdom.

the richer we get, the more we cry

born with collective guilt in our eyes.

eve, still blind in original ancestral sin,

swats at that nagging mosquito

sowing no particle with a mass more than 35 TeV.

believe, the self has dominion

weaving ribbons through the pupil,

the weaver cast the spool for chase

till we hit our limit. knit one, purl two!