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The tone
of it is the hardest thing to grasp --
a deeply gratified tone,
as if a god did live
and brushed your forehead with his fingers,
of deeply restrained jubilation,
the smile that won't
abandon your face,
despite the malediction
on your happiness
by your closest friends
(to be happy without us -- what a disgrace!)
but
once
grasped
and twisted
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between your hands
hard (oh softly!),
it is not so much a disgrace
as a taste
(the only one to which
wholeheartedly to betray
a Credo
and save the religious hoax
of all its blind mystery)
of the
one true paradise:
between the cinder
and the ice,
the pure contentment
of
the ash
still trembling
from the
great
conflagration.
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