(x = space)

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A Comedy Tonight

(the raven tells)

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Demons

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I imagine they are

Real,

Waiting for an open

Door:

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We can dismiss

The fictive accounts

As speculation

But there are

Real reasons

To avoid them through

Prayer and

Spiritual companionship

And there are other rites

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I guess it can be gross

And feel dark,

Trucking with demons

Always

On assignment

Looking through the fissures

To take over,

Listening

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Yes, I think they’re real

Not in a

Gothic sense

They are not luxuriant

In empty, mansioned halls

They have us

When we let them

In

I don’t think by accident

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Maybe by believing

They are means

For desire

Or revenge of

Something like

A genie’s wish

But in the lighted, wakened,

Wounded world

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Hel

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Is there a place

Of hell?

Most likely

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Is it flames

And unquenched heat,

Blasts of judgment

Against dissolving

Souls?

I do not know

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Maybe it’s all

Purgatory,

A final chance

For rescue

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Separation from God

Is a popular

Definition, and

Why not?

That would be final

Final fate

Worst of all,

To discover something after

That is good

And lasting

And not to be a part of it

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Maybe Jesus

Walks across the fissure

To harrow, hollow hell—to

Remove all residents

Should they wish

To go

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Since a gentle God

Even then

Must leave eternity

A choice

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Paradiso

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Nothing like

Angels on clouds

Holding harps

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Nothing static

The most action

We have ever known

With energy

And work

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Only with good bodies

For it all

No weakness

Though the gentle

Supervise

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Passion

Drama

Interest

Investment of

Our muscles

And organs, say,

Our hearts and brains

Restored

To Eden’s intention

And agenda

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We’ll have things to do

In action

And in freedom

Nothing less

Only more

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Impulse

And instinct

Perfected

Everything we want

Is heaven

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