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Variations on a theme.

Columbo I am not, perhaps, but still
Geographer; here, doff your robes
And let me map those pendant globes.

Then picture me, the Navigator
When first I cross your slim equator
To favor your Sargasso with a massage
And find at last, your Northwest passage.

Though there are yet beatitudes I’d grasp
I’ve reached my hoarser latitudes, and only gasp.

Lucifer.

"You know how it is. He didn't like having the Boss looking over his shoulder." Wanting to strike out on his own.
The heavenly nine to five.

Baby universes: Luciferean experiments. Varying degrees of success. Alternatives to creation.

Faust's tour of Hell.
Elementary school. Sitting at desks. Having to ask permission to go to the bathroom.
Nay, high school itself.
The pep rally.
Cheerleaders.
The student council.
"We're doing this for you."
Interminable announcements by the principal.

I think this went better as Prometheous strapped down to the rock. Stefano agonistes.

Faust shudders: "For all eternity?"

Mephistopheles with a briefcase.
The contract. Several hundred pages. "You may want your attorneys to look at this."

Waking up evil. [hmmm]