I shall love diners after Death Famished from a million mile             trek
            Soft dances, whimsical, flowing
       All in time and In step   Effervescent  in its antiquity
   Light penetrates the vociferate soul
                                                            ­        A blinding silhouette Reveals the true physique
                             casting no shadows
         back, at last, back to the harmony &.                                                 surrealism of our sacrarium, our home
no more hours to waste away
                             nothing to signifying  
    night from day                                    no need to search for  words to convey
                  As we began                                     we return                                               just as we should
                   our recrudescence revivifies our sainthood
     with No judgment charged upon us
               with no reward for Good                          neither condemned are the noxious
               immoral nor the many many absurd
                                                                  For those deleterious malignant calamities must remain incarcerated on Earth
                              from whence it came
                   As we Return once again
               soul cleansed in beatific death
                                                           ­      The physical abandoned with sin