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for every time heaven opens an eye
and for every thrust
of my finger through my temple
heaven hears the pain, not the cry

and for ever remedy made
there is another pain—
so either way

and if you can never prove me wrong
it’s because I cannot prove it myself
and if I cannot resolve
it is because resolve cannot be made
but must be taken.
must be heaven who spit on my feet

& made mud of the dirt
to comfort our souls…

must be heaven
who has her still in motion.
because you know, for every silence
heaven opens an ear
and for every time a knot is made
with my heart and my veins
GOD points to a prayer, says you are just

like the world you rot in
and though you’d forgotten

there still is no heaven, just a book
and some names, and Peter
at a gate

and you must believe.

(7/20/09)