Ascending Descension - a poem
Noontime demon comes to pray
looking for the way to step atop the jungle
gym and find a semblance of his place
in the sun. Just a little bit closer.
Just a little bit farther than he thought,
and the noontime demon climbs
down the wrung. One step by one step
and imagines if he jumped straight
down to the pits of his hell,
and he wonders if it will hurt
worse than it already does. But the demon
of noontime is hungry, and if he
breaks a leg he cannot gather up the morsels
of human flesh to eat. So, he traipses on down,
reinvigorated by his misery for he'll try
again tomorrow and again tomorrow
and tomorrow, and again.
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