Riotous
Hell is riotous at birth
But it cools as you learn and live.
Heaven has no birth, no entrance,
Or clear advertisement.
Heaven has only you floating slightly below love
So that you may gaze and gaze and gaze with a burning heart.
In your fear you pace back, back-and-forth.
From mind to no-mind,
From riot to release.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2009
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