The House We Live In

This is a coupon
for your confusion. Expires
yesterday. Don't play
the victim, scratching & clawing
your way towards heaven.

Believe me, God is listening.

And silent integrity, unbearable
disclosures of agony, a second skin
or the decency of angels
will not dilute the poisons.

Most certainly, you will find
rest, a precipice to fall from,
sober moments, an untouched love,
a sense of impermanence.

This is the blueprint of heaven
drafted by the unseen architect
who knows the house you've lived in.

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