winding down a corridor
toward a bright hot door
but who knew what they were saying?
who had authority to speak?
those with least to say said the most
those who knew better withdrew --cowardly--
and sought a nirvana out in the 'burbs--
there the wind blows especially loud and long
and becomes easy to ignore--
heavens and hells are relative
and for those who resent having
a vindication snatched from them
will recognize the peace of fire
the purging flame
and for those who meekly accept
may find hell freezing stinging cold
absolute as the fringes of creation
and shiver--
but who has authority to speak?
who comprehended what they were gibbering?
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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