Satan calmed
right down just now –
he found that
he could smile
without the
least resort to guile;
his heart smoothed
to allow
capacity to
grasp the thought
that much
else might exist --
that he could
manage to desist
from hating
what he’d wrought.
He wondered
what this thing could be:
this
unexampled sigh
determining
to rise and fly
beyond the
rank inconstancy
which
formerly sustained his sin --
and now, so softly, breathed him in..
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