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The Revelation

I hit Tonopah at sunset,

just when the billboards advertising the legal brothels

turn dun-colored as the sun lies

down behind the strip mine.

And the whores were in the Safeway,

buying frozen foods and Cokes

for the sitters before their evening shifts.

Yes they gave excuses to cut

ahead of me in line, probably wrote bad checks,

but still they were lovely at that hour,

their hair newly washed

and raveling. If you follow

any of the fallen far enough

— the idolaters, the thieves and liars —

you will find that beauty, a cataclysmic

beauty rising off the face of the burning landscape

just before the appearance of the beast, the beauty

that is the flower of our dying into another life.

Like a Möbius strip: you go round once

and you come out on the other side.

There is no alpha, no omega,

no beginning and no end.

Only the ceaseless swell

and fall of sunlight on these rusted hills.

Watch the way brilliance turns

on darkness. How can any of us be damned.