In Heaven

in heaven, everything is fine
in heaven

among a scoured firmament
clouds deform into shapes in glaring white,
snow blind eyes fly unhindered and naive
while the brain floats in a chemical spill
of its own design--i can't see you
but feel you in the form of a stifling pressure
against my skin, every nerve an alarm ringing,
but ignorance is at a faster pace and keeps serenity
dangerously close, prompting a blissful collapse
to a single ecstatic point, sharp and focused
a weapon against reason, no remorse for logic
or illogic, just unthinking, unbeing, undone
free in dilapidation, each particle liberated from the tyranny
of the whole--you swallow me and
in warm acid i find utopia

you got your good things
and i've got mine