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A Comedy Tonight

(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

x

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

x

Nothing like

Angels on clouds

Holding harps

x

Nothing static

The most action

We have ever known

With energy

And work

x

Only with good bodies

For it all

No weakness

Though the gentle

Supervise

x

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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C L Couch

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graceland

graceland

 

god’s grace

I don’t know how to write about it

as ineluctable

I don’t understand it as a gift

a safety valve on condemnation

a release from hell without

the harrowing called-for

 

we sleep

(perchance to dream)

we wake up into heaven

more than grace for meals

more than meals

more than food

or any sustenance on earth

’til earth renewed

 

for now a taste

that, distilled through mortality, is

a taste that saves

remarkably, a savor

of the lord

 

c l couch

 

 

 

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Nellim, Finland

Moon and Northern Lights Glowing Through Trees

 

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