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.
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