There was no hell. Just
some damn dream. In
waking me, you broke
some rule - but heaven's
just a touch obscene.
From where we lie
in truth untold uplifted
upon obstacle,
to sweeping
view, in deep
enfold, we
two
stampede
unherd to where
our kind can be,
alone
unscene.
And find ourselves
unmatched
in flesh ensouled,
as we had
always
rather
been.
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