by Eric Rosenbloom
copyright 1998

There is no devil but the one that whinges inside:
There is no god but the devil’s willing bride.
There are no angels but the fluttering in your brain,
There are no demons but the smothering out of pain.
Each of them is lurking close inside the other,
Each to one another is the father and the mother.
All of them are guarding in their great flapping wings
All the parts you keep apart from the commoner things,
Until you need the powers that you’ve hidden there,
Until you bring their faces out into the air
To tear apart the fabric of the everyday
To take you well away to the end of your play:
Two hearts unbound when each the other chose,
Two arms around your love the curtains close.

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