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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