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In primal garden the tree stands laden, splendor consummate, grace-rooted, owned by him who warns, don’t eat or sure you’ll die.

Yet you, arrogant Adam in us all, grasp prerogatives never due.

Thrust out, bedeviled, you stumble toward that other tree, cross-beamed for life.