Toy Chest Demons
Dennis English
Heaven and Hell
Tim Rickabaugh

Entered only through judgment,
awaiting us separately . . .
Sure . . . if that helps you through the day.

But I feel each within,
boundaries of a human continuum . . .
Conflicted and tenuous, each day provides countless unique tests.

Dipping my toes into one or the other,
at any single moment . . .
I can enter by choice, or more frequently still, by instinct.

Do I get a simple feel of the place,
or take the plunge?
Tested continuously, any single choice . . . could redefine me.

The human dance is all around . . .
and now I understand why . . .
He told me not to judge you, as I struggle for control.