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Heaven
There is no heaven at the top of the sky
because the world cannot be that small.
A blue free-fall to end at a gate
insults the black free-float beyond.
And how do we dream
of brushing our fingertips over the helium burn
of the stars and the alien suns,
if heaven hems us in to our goldfish bowl below?
because the world cannot be that small.
A blue free-fall to end at a gate
insults the black free-float beyond.
And how do we dream
of brushing our fingertips over the helium burn
of the stars and the alien suns,
if heaven hems us in to our goldfish bowl below?
Published 31st May 2010
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31st May 2010 10:11pm
