Tonight I danced with Beelzebub.
He had mushrooms and wine
On his breath.
Tonight he ate my soul
Again.
But this night I took Arjuna’s sword
And claimed this ground as my own,
This ground fought for all beings;
Flies and Beelzebub and all,
Fought with this unanswerable sword,
With truths that can’t be spoke,
And answers that can’t be found.
Tonight I fought with the sword
That removed all doubt
And the ghosts of promises unfounded.
Only know this:
I am here.

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