Heaven’s door is nature’s own wall,
preventing intruders of no avail
from access to that no man ever
has mystically, or not, the right
to enhance or fulfil, nor grace
with the least knocking or kneeling
nor just brazenly belching for.
It is just and only that other
which we are not and never will be.
It is not human.
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