Ladder
every line bears this weight
clumsy truth, crucifix-like
and in bearing alone, they are born
up and sing
on the wings of those demons we've seemingly seen
to be
descending
one ladder inverted
where once Jacob had torn
down his alter
in anger, in the dry place where we left the vision
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