i looked up in the sky seven clouds hung over methere like stepping stones plain as plain could bethen i had a picture printed in my mindthat if i walked across them i wondered what id findi floated up too see them to see where they would goacross the seven steps that were as white as snowwhen i reached the end  there was angel standing therewith her big white with wings and floating in the airthese were the steps to heaven they had called to meto take me to the place where someday i might be.

To gain-l
ess virtuEs (
undone storie
s
that tell lies to their child
ren and spread
       demons in the
ir wake)

Trappings of souls in wHite. Threaten our days

Until all that’s
left; rather diminutive
findi
ng passion in Th
e cold (under dure
ss
  gathering riche
s in frost heaves
upEnding mound
   s of dirt) to reach a g
oal

Gratitude multiplies under the weiGht

Of longing and
b
l
i
s
s
    Our hearts a
che for restitution
Hardening un
der your tOuch (reaching
    A point of n
o return, yelling, tur
ning
Plotting i
n our graves)

Today is the end of everything Together