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Nocturnes: Introit Infernal
The priest's speech slurs, as if following a stroke.
With tears in his eyes, he cannot believe in Heaven.
With fears in his mind, he cannot stop believing in Hell.
Altar boys snuff out sputtering candles,
thinking about girls whose destinies
they will alter, snuffing them, gutted in gutters.
If the cosmos is mostly dark matter,
how can it all resonate in your mind,
where chaos shatters the valences---
and entropy eagerly seeks the dismantling.
Starward
