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As the commotion from the last round finally dissipates
an anonymous accusing angel heckles somewhere within the darkness of the hall
'So tell us more about Monsieur Claude Rollo'
And now I see the shimmering of armies of feathers leaning forward
but recognize no familiar faces to hear my recounting
it is not a jury of my peers.
Then I notice the suffocating smell of angel down.
Inwardly I moan, I know what this means
And the spotlight narrows and nails me to the stage
suddenly a glow of the much talked about cerulean blue mist emanates from the curtains
(which is the purpose of curtains in heaven and why the sky is indigo sometimes I guess)
LED laser pinpoint on my heart and in the shape of letters on my tongue...
I stand to testify in the court of dreams
As the worlds flow from the influence of the truth serum
I look helplessly from the stage to the crowd
I know this is going to hurt -
nothing but the glow is left of me and the smell of the down of accusing angels wings,
the suffocating smell in the theater of life
And I sip the water and quickly glance at my prepared statement
and deny knowing any Monsieur Claude Rollo
that I have in fact never even heard the name...your honor
and an agitated ruffling of the wings sends the fluffy down floating in the air
like thick, sickly snow and like thunder is the sound of the unrelenting wings
but there is nothing they can do about it, them angels and some of those saints
and they know it...
that my god has said another man's mind is unknowable (as HIS)
I yawn and pull another question from the mayonnaise jar
wishing it could just all be over, all these questions,
and they will let me just float on, past the gates, into the wonders of heaven
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