metaphors.

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there will be the fall
again and again
and the journey away
with the angels mocking
all you could have had
if you ignored every other voice
if things were different
if you weren't human, didn't want
to know.

there will be the barren land
and the planting
the twisting, gristle on bone
and bloodshed, the wrestling
of a name.

and sometimes jubilee
a call to free all debts
and we will clench our fists
happy in our regret, our boundaries.

there will be the wandering
and the bricklaying
and the walking through water

and the call from heaven
to declare who you are
smear it on your doorframe, even.