It was hell.

It was heaven.

From instant to the next.
It shifts its pretence,
It judders the air.
I’ve seen the fire, I’ve felt the heat,
Before the balm came in,
And mended my stings.
I’ve met them both, and it was real.
Varied palettes of one glebe.
How it’s the same, but never the same?
Sky is sky.
Newborn guise at each time.