Sometimes you
meet a fellow
by whom you
are transfixed –
as if he’d
mixed constituents of Soul
into an
unaccustomed bowl –
and made its
dips and twists seem level.
Some call
this fellow “Devil.”
But others
say he’s colored
by a
different sort of paint.
They call him
“Saint.”
You don’t
know
what he is
or what he ain’t..
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