I wait beneath a noise of pain, I tend my roots. Skyscraper lawn up there is turf, it skins alloys, napalm soft. Break in allies! The green is grim. The place is mulch. The hazards groan. Today I flin
If geological strata exist in shelves of rock then Heaven might also be a shelf. A stretch of paradise beach surrounding us. Invisible to our naked eyes. Visible only to the inhabitants of Heaven. Per