In this place, heaven and hell
are the same thing. Both offer
houses with winding stairs,
a kitchen with double sinks,
a porch made of windows
overlooking gardens.
A man can be a force,
a mechanism of decision,
let the cool air out,
the swarming flies in.
In a series of singular moments
he becomes a tool with
reversible ratchet, a carpenter;
build or destroy. Embrace
or abandon. Forgive
or exact revenge.
There are not many beings
designed by God who journey
so far without traveling.
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