Poem #10 (Heaven)

Poem #10 (Heaven) An expansive ceiling above, Like white paint dripped excessively On a black canvas. My neck cranes backwards Following the landscape of blackness, And continues along with the on going blackness, Until I almost fall into a back flip. My conditioned senses realize their ridiculousness, And my body attempts to adjust. My muscles urge ever so slightly to fill the expanse, to distribute itself All about the blackness!! If only it could disintegrate And put a couple atoms Onto every white dot I see. Obscurely it senses other places To join my body into, And swirl around in all this glory. I can’t wait to die, So I can be the universe again.