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The body has a clarity

Between high and low hierarchies

tenebras et luces.

He would be undone

Who for too long scorns

Either throng to court the other.

Vengeance is mine clamors

Each. Angel bright of

Intellection, her glittering

Sword sends straight to

Heaven. Angel dark of

Palpitation, her furious

Pockets bulge with victims.

No body, any body.

Does a body lie between

For habitation? A clarity

Of green stretches between

Heavenly chant and infernal refrain.

There, the body rests

From the heat of the day

In the shade of a cultivated tree.