In The Matter of Nothing
Heaven could be like an infinite holiday
Without grief and the burden of war.
Without physical or emotional pain.
A family reunion every day.
Bathed in the purest light.
Manna nibbled from crystal plates.
Heaven could be like a tide pool.
A place where cracked limbs grow back.
Where hearts are gently put back into place.
Where children play on trampoline dreams.
Where everything is glazed in the spirit-Godspeed.
Heaven could be where secrets of being are revealed.
Where peace is accepted naturally.
Where sin is gleaned, rendering the soul pristine.
Heaven could be trimmed in cherub knickknacks.
Made from the messiahs' precious hands.
Heaven could be a place where you finally meet,
Leonardo -Vincent- Mother Theresa or Martin Luther King.
Heaven could be just a melting film reel, in an L.S.D dream.
Man-woven from the matter of everything and nothing.
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