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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