The day is very hot. I cannot tell
Whether the heat defeats me and I falter
Or if I am instead consigned to hell
And this vile warmth is my eternal halter,
But one of them it is. Either my flesh
Is bound on earth by heat unbearable
Or God has put his wheat unto the thresh
And I am chaff. Oh, what a terrible
Dilemma I have found, with no way out:
I sweat myself into infernal doubt.
Yet as I sweat I note the breeze is coming,
And cold wind rushes over me to chill:
Therefore I am on earth. This heat is slumming,
And will return to hell and leave me still.
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