Thursday, December 22, 2005

Heaven

The paper symbols
read of the life
the things that we do

Time on the road
has come and your shirt
needs changing

For the rope stitched
up the holes of old
and new layering

The will
The will
will get you
to heaven
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1 comment:

D.Macri said...

I don't want to die yet, As nice as heaven sounds. I have much more suffering to endure. My will-well is far from dry. I could use a nice clean shirt though.

2:54 a.m.

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