Saturday, July 17, 2010

heaven in hell and hell in heaven (a series of messages i sent myself or myself sent me or some other thing)


god i can feel your
absence in my guts

there is darkened mass
and there is no evening there
there is no jazz
and there is no water in the fields anymore
there is no morning to wake them

only the dark
only the red
at the burning barn

the sea vespers


there were fires the
oldened fields
the people in the galleries
became the pieces
watched and watched
by themselves in the
forms or the floors or the ceilings

from the white red lights of hell
speaks Judas i listen
are not both he and Christ
my liberators?

. . .

i take heaven in hell and hell in heaven
in my two fists + now
my back is iron between them


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