I’ll see you all in heaven soon
We’ll all be wearing blue
Underneath, as naked as ever
The way we always intended
I’m thinking, this is where we part ways
Off to practice being ourselves
Astral planes of each our own
Gathering gemstone truths in silence
Ninety-nine percent
Similar brain chemistry as before
But where is the cusp
Where we stop recognizing each other
When overwhelming time
and knowing
in knowing
Becomes a gap too vast to trek
We’ll meet there, anyway
In spite of all the space between
To gawk at each other’s beards and wrinkles
Only when we’re lost like so
Will we have arrived in heaven
But it should be the same as before
If not better, always better
Nothing lateral or linear
But outward, upward, onward
Forward thinking
Ghastly traps that rope us in
It’s better this way, it has to be
Screams raving logic
I’m thinking, this is when we shake our heads
This is when we bolt and run
Into each other again with only
Honest intentions
We’re each other’s salvation
Backlit by bonfires
We’re all someone’s Messiah
On days where clocks of ours lay stricken
Suspended between parallels, again
I’ll see you all in heaven there
Without the faintest murmur
Of ill-intended anything
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
I’ll see you all in heaven soon
We’ll all be wearing blue
Underneath, as naked as ever
The way we always intended
I’m thinking, this is where we part ways
Off to practice being ourselves
Astral planes of each our own
Gathering gemstone truths in silence
Ninety-nine percent
Similar brain chemistry as before
But where is the cusp
Where we stop recognizing each other
When overwhelming time
and knowing
in knowing
Becomes a gap too vast to trek
We’ll meet there, anyway
In spite of all the space between
To gawk at each other’s beards and wrinkles
Only when we’re lost like so
Will we have arrived in heaven
But it should be the same as before
If not better, always better
Nothing lateral or linear
But outward, upward, onward
Forward thinking
Ghastly traps that rope us in
It’s better this way, it has to be
Screams raving logic
I’m thinking, this is when we shake our heads
This is when we bolt and run
Into each other again with only
Honest intentions
We’re each other’s salvation
Backlit by bonfires
We’re all someone’s Messiah
On days where clocks of ours lay stricken
Suspended between parallels, again
I’ll see you all in heaven there
Without the faintest murmur
Of ill-intended anything
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