What if heaven is inescapable,

a place to go to within the mind?

What if it lingers there, burning

while we are otherwise distracted?

I want a long hook to pull me from the stage

so that, from the sidelines,

I can simply watch the world

in all of it's splendor

I know I contain some grand kernel,

an essence of the earth, as do all humans

Perhaps that's why I yearn to speak

in ways I don't quite understand

Perhaps that's why wordless currents

swirl within me

causing me to speak about paradise

as a great unfolding conversation