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Eschatology

“Who in the legions of seraphim would hear my poems,  

even if I screamed them at god” 

-Rilke  

“who in the legion of seraphim would hear my poems, 

even if I screamed them into gods’ good ear?” 

–Rilke 

on a park bench  

between the alizarin crimson brick 

facades on the shops in old town  

the old man sits  

as if he didn’t exist   

hiding in plain sight  

old scratch scrawling secret  

love notes to god  

begging to come back home  

for all eternity all he ever writes  

until the end of days is…  

“I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.”