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In Hell I was a Sutra Born In Hell I was a sutra born, recited backward night to morn. Unraveled from my mortal form, in Hell I was a sutra born. The mantra scripted on the scroll contained two prayers to damn the soul. For calling darkness from a hole, the mantra scripted on the scroll. Awakened on a hellish plain, enlightened by both barb and flame, beside my father I have lain, awakened on a hellish plain. With clarity I see this fate, not yet arrived and yet too late to turn from its inviting gate. With clarity I see this fate. It's almost June; the sun is high. The children laugh beneath the sky. Already dead in stone I lie. It's almost June; the sun is high. Unwelcome perspicuity to feel in this reality an errant multiplicity. Unwelcome perspicuity. |
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In Hell I was a Sutra Born David J. Keffer Knoxville, TN May 30, 2015 |