The Book of Death
(“Beyond the Door”, 2023, original encaustic)
I imagine the book of life
Is written in clear distinct font
While the book of death
Is indistinct, written in smeared scribbles
About people whose lives were equally ambiguous.
Heaven thus is without a doubt
While Hell is the place
With room for all the rest.
(11/29/25)
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