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I. Orpheus II. Abel My brother is his brother’s keeper. I am uncle to no abomination. As we lay in the Garden, (our hair in the earth) I question: Is Heaven above because our heads are the seat of doubt, or because our feet are the root of evil? III. Hector I was not breast fed. I am not a fountain. I will not hector you. IV. Adam Even if He and I practice Our secret handshake in the Sistine Chapel; Even if He sends me an angelic bath basket with ambrosial soul cleanser and holy bubble bombs (courtesy of The Body Shop); Even if I am the round reflection of an ever-changing God; I still have to ask: Is Heaven above? Because my head is the seat of doubt. V. Odysseus Poseidon hardly even knows me. An idle king in heart reigns with a swift lead open hand. Life’s lees are far too bitter, far too deep, and the wine is corked. VI. Atlas The sky may fall; the stellar sphere may crash with all its weight and music; god(s) may smite; the clouds may freeze and bury me; the sun may swallow me whole; leaves may drop and leave me bare; the mist may soak my skin; I raise my arms only to catch that snowflake that dares drift upward. |
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