eight and last of hells
where I may have landed
for always persists a doubt
paraphernalia indispensable
to ever reeling torments
fall depicts the shift better
its getting better and better
as you confound sin and karma
confusion and insight
mind's cascading images
its still not here yet
further downwards
further pitwards
in deeper darks
you have to reach
or plunge or sink or fall
all options remain open
marvellously open
to quieten the source
that mirrors retribution
a lot of heart left in you
left to be skinned
cries to be pinned
born or dead
reborn
reborn to suffer
suffer proper
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