Maybe that is where death comes from.
I saw Heaven
Jesus was there
He was driving a race car
Believe it or not
Always heard,
He’s a man of many talents
Alice kneeled to a caterpillar
Who sat with cylinder in hand
Resting on his mushroom
She seemed to pray to him
Asking for forgiveness
For the ceremonies
Of a silent mind
We laughed like animals
Poised, yet uncontrollable
A noise so unforgettable
Grins burning a hole
In the cheeks
Almost in shock
From the sockets in the sky
Streaming energy into our souls
It is not within
The scope of words
But rather
Like the sound of God’s voice
Glances dance around
From the belly of the bird
When you are inside the clouds
And looking out
At a connection to existence
Left in total euphoric amazement
The brain slows to a halt
Each member stops and stands
No matter their location
Taking notice
Of something so beautiful
To the senses
That there’s no longer fences
But cloudless terrain
Taken
Like a grain of salt
We drove back to town
Before we stopped laughing
Dodging the draft
Of innocence
Simply saw the aftermath of boredom
An atmosphere of design
Built around intellectual interpretation
Left us wiser, happier, weightless almost
One more reason
To die a happy man
Maybe then I’ll stumble
Upon a brush
And paint a few clouds myself
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