God's marble palace is always cold
And very seldom used nowadays.
Once in a while there's a ceremony
Or it's rented by a filmmaker requiring
Illimitable space. There are an infinite number
Of basements but only one attic. Since He retired –
Which was at about the same time I did –
God has taken to spending much of His time
In that attic. Some say He's working on His memoirs
Others insist he's building a new sort of universe
Intended to work on different principles.
Whatever He's up to, He and Lucifer have reconciled.
Fallen angels have begun filtering back
Into Heaven, taking odd jobs or rushing about
Carrying great baskets of feathers and pins
Or blueprints or buckets of tenpenny nails
Or leather portfolios filled with shadows.
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