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Daniel Klawitter Reads

                           Hell

is living like a cold fish
at the bottom of a well

swimming in dark circles

you cannot tell
if down is up
or up is down.

Hell
is a perpetual
frown
and a never-ending
curse.

Or perhaps
hell
is a midnight colored
hearse
you hope
will never
arrive?

“I’m afraid not”
the literalist replies.

“Hell is merely the smell
of you being burned
alive.” 

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Daniel Klawitter

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