What He Is or What He Ain’t

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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