IN THE SERVICE OF HEAVEN

the seven circles of the divine comedy

DANTE

how perilous it must be to fight a ceaseless war of crippling tragedies and shattering kingdoms

through centuries and fleeting millennia melting across the surface of a gasoline star like wax under the flame of persistent times

how the angels must have bled upon their golden stairs where no flowers bloom and ichor the color of dawn drips instead

surrounded by gardens of bodies ripped open in their very own longing for the grip of their thick holiness to  l o o s e n

for who can be holy since the spawning of time if not the most damned of sinners hiding behind their treacherous veils under the divine reach of the great lords

how the devils must have laughed, crooked smiles carving streams of crimson from the dawn itself

down in their perpetual darkness of air trapped for ageless eons amidst the righteous screams of so many damned

with horns sticky from all that bleeding holiness, golden stairs burning their hell-bound hooves,

they plunder the glory of the high heaven, heavy as tar in its glistening might, golden domes tearing apart the quaking skies of that scarlet dusk

and we stand, stranded in the deserts of that eternal war, two lovers at a crossroads of ethereal ways unknown to mankind

each path a key to salvation, each dripping, melting, clawing at the tips of our feet in that blistering rage of all sins

and I lean down, lips brushing against your skin hot as the devil's breath in his eternal cage of adamant screeching in it's very our fury

do not fear, stars of my endless skies, pearls of my bottomless seas,
for as Dante wandered through hell's seven circles to find his very own heaven of eternal divinity

so will we

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