Submitted by ryann on Wed, 05/27/2009 - 19:01.
What if heaven was just across the street
you could tell the temperature there—like weather
on TV that doesn't apply to you nor ever will
still you see the haze or perhaps its come together
to rejoin the world of substance
while here its 20 degrees sunny with a wind chill of –20
pearls have been crafted from rocks in similar conditions
then imagine what it could do to you
Why do my sleeves begin to resemble
abandoned houses? The read by deadline only approaches