Salvific Interdictions
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When colors are not colors but are notes
And notes are not the pitches of a song;
When shadows are not specters wearing coats
Of transubstantiation argued long;
When fragrances are sheerest silk that shines
On tastebuds of archangels; when the shape
Of love veers up along violet vines
In Purgatory, gates of God will gape;
When throats of devils send out sounds of white,
Not black; when incense flows as lava from
An Arctic limbo, orchids in the night
Of heaven, then you find Christ’s kingdom come.
When stars reach farther than the ends of space
And send their spirit, sins will come as lace.
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