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GATES OF HEAVEN
I now visualize myself standing at the gates of heaven
in the presence of God
stammering and sickened
riddled with the barings and inflictions
of gaping ruin
tearing and blaring
their bright eyed rearing
of justified sin and distain
to all things unwed to clinging
light placed in covered huddled safety
and liquid joy
I said flippantly
bragging of the touting
with mundane flat land mutiny encumbering
"Can I gain back my heartfelt losses,
putting myself into warmth
and braided into light sanity
and eggshell self important vanity
paying my respects to misshapen
muddle, grime, wrapped in slime
arrogant harmonizing of sold out
plummeted pasty proselytized
fit in belligerence?"