Division

One yearns for Satan: the other for Christ; and so strong; and

So bruised; and feel more light; and die more pain; and

Resurrection; and personality; and split down the middle:

This is life: this is grit. I can’t flee affliction: it follows: thus

Swim the culprit: too easy to kneel; and this is pain; and

This is glass: such made steel; and every reason: a seeming

Truth; and every motive: a revelation; and every anger: a

Discipline; and we join souls; and we kill souls; and cry her

Nightmare; and yoga dies; and prayer dies; and life a

Cul-de-sac; and breath a prison; “and I fathom you.” What

Ideal; and we live lies; and what grief; and we speak

Nonsense; and so jaded—preaching facts; and so black—

Claiming white; and so grey—claiming clear; and one yearns

Satan; and one yearns Christ.