HOEIL
Published in
May 15, 2024
It is hell on Earth,
and our guts are marred.
Inhale, in Hell there is Heaven.
It is Heaven in Hell in Limbo,
where forces debate their divorce with Meaning;
but at least it is all laid bare.
My heart is spilling,
but the blood is not rouge;
my dreams impale regardless,
yet only life rushes out to be fed.
Inhale, on Earth there is Life;
In Life, there is Hell in Limbo,
but at least the fire burns red.
The soul — dismembered,
but my spirit is on fire —
Inhale, in Heaven there is Hell
My tears sting charred but there all I have.
Their fears echo in the embers,
“Inhale, in Limbo is Me.”