The Sin

It was nothing like that:

no impediment or compunction,

no barrier to struggle

through, no sense of terror

or atavistic revulsion.  

Perhaps this shouldn't be surprising,

perhaps it's romantic to expect

that epiphany realization, that

sudden sense of fate's diverging

pathways:  such moments must always

slip by unnoticed to be added later

in hindsight:  still buried

beneath the incidental details.