Poetry

As innocent as buds of jasmine 
twilight of a falling night 
offsets the nakedness of a baby moon, 
the subterfuge of a slant lie. 
How crooked was the conviction? 
 
Blessing was flawless. Only the sky 
had an anguished exoneration 
for a particular sin. 
What was put out for a show 
was hired. 
 
He did not want to become a spot, 
a speck, or an insect. The ending 
of lonliness had a high price. Give 
and take were insufficient. Only giving 
was a gift. Duality of ugliness shined in the mirror. 
 
In despair he picked up the replica 
of a humanoid ancestor, 
who was to become a model DNA 
of a simian who was not capable 
of becoming adulterous.