“
Heaven, Which is
I have not handled the ordinary well
And wandered into much time spent
Taking on the unfaithful,
Blunder and flaw. And stayed with it, in the face
Of you who cuts across all landscape,
Who quivers my legs until unable to anymore
Stand and I lie down in an open field,
Wait. Edge and much sky like invitation.
To stay for who comes with message, as in the midst
Of battle, breathless, the coat a little
Torn and in disarray but getting the word out,
Which is how I was finally not for you, which is
What made me irrevocable. No one shall have
What they first believed, and then beyond.
The trail is the story and is
What saves us from going back
To the beginning when we could only see
The other. Through paradise
Was and paradise
Must fail. One of us might look
Down or the corner of an eye catch
Movement, a glint, astray. Heaven is only
What it cannot be: either in its zero, its finish
Of balance, or entirely slipped
To one side. Not as a place to discover
Anything: the blank page, the white,
Noise, the raw of just being there.
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