The bread on which we lived alone
was only turning into stone
within my mouth – so I
spit it out.
The devil
took me up and said,
“If you were His son, then
you would jump…
y’know, He will catch you.”
and as I fell
I dashed my heel
upon a rock
that I tried to build my house upon:
the one we’ll never share.
Now that you’ve thrown away that stone
so your axe would never grind.
But of course it just grows dull,
and the force required
multiplies.
-Allen Anderson
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