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Ward Kelley
Two Demons Discuss Your Fate
Two demons discuss your fate, not yet
certain they have your soul consigned.
You at first expect them to talk with glee
concerning your weaknesses or
that tendency to exaggerate your attributes,
yet there is no joy in their tones.
They shake their heads over the ability
of the race to misjudge nearly
every action, and wonder how people
so unattuned to each other's needs
can yet produce art that makes
even the unholy weep.
You hear them say that those who
are not actively participating in
the craziness of this life will be
driven insane by tranquility.
So artists -- when they step aside
of the norm -- are always flirting
with the silence in their own souls;
but by now the demons agreed:
you who misjudge nearly everything
will be perfect at judging your own
life, although only once you're dead.
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