Heaven


Pretend
You can see
Ideals
Set above clouds.

Strangers set.
Loved ones set.
Friends set.

Sentences set in place
Above the unknowing
Word–above dead green grass.
Above stagnant brown trees.
Above all that fails us while walking.

Ready for the fast-paced running thru
What we wonder:
Why is there something–

And not nothing?

Questioning is, and will remain,
Our piety.

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