The Cost of Paradise 

“The tree that would grow to heaven
                              must send its roots to hell.” 
          Prelude

At the whistled mortal interval
broken for the washing of feet
& breaking of bread
a path stumbles where crumbling bricks
meets dark thicket
infected by cankers & conks
in the sanctum sanctorum of druids & sorcerers.

Blinded by rotting branches
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