A customer just told me that sunshine
Was falling off of her roof.
I looked at the old lady and smiled.
I was confused yet in awe of her power.
reality creeps in like death.
gaps of truth are found constantly,
like sun rays blasting through windows
in the early morning, waking humans
Days go by
God’s huge tears forming morning meadow mist
Over vast, landscape flesh.
i see glorious mountains,
something like heaven
with the clouds like
In the realm of my hammock
the summer’s night sky swallows all life