i've never been to heaven but i've seen
grey days and skies black as night rain
weeping beautiful tears that dissolved me.
it proved to be too much to bear; as i
layed down upon this cold mayan stone,
my heart-
an obsidian momentary lapse of conscious thought
becoming my load stone all seeing eye-
and i
ripped out and into the universe
free to become the stuff of stars,
once more forever light years
inside a mass of you,
me and everything i've ever loved.
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