You partake in pantless pentecostals
My mind is the sky
I am born to fly in
The heavens reside in your eyes
I wonder if poetry
Could ever be
Anything more than
Descriptions and comparisons
Of things that we'll never really know
I’d like to think it so
Though i know a part of me doubts it
As if the sound of water from the tap
Could imitate a rushing river
Or when the toilet flushes
I could see a thousand gallons of liquid lightning
Rushing to the sea
Like a million divided bodies
Indivisibly brought together by a fantasy
If even for one moment
So we could all feel a little better
Knowing that we are a part
Of something whole