If we’re all gods creating,
then you’re your own heaven and you forbid yourself from ever getting in.

Asleep to the dream, why do we turn over in the mourning to pull each other closer, failing to fill in the blanks that sleeping life pencils in?

is that why you say writing a novel in one sitting is advantageous?
your **** would stick to the seat of your FREE sign-ed recliner and you’d never get up to buy a new pen

Let’s follow the dolphins to the middle of the ocean
and don’t let the Devil teach us how to swim

because the Truth is
we never wait to lie down and float.
but the light stands
whether our darkness sits
or dances with us at the show.