Heights
As below, so above.
If I fall, I might fly.
I’m alive, how could I be?
I am dead.
Why do I feel alive?
Nighmarishly, I ponder deceit,
and I laugh in the face of disaster.
Do you know how I’ve lived,
and I’ve felt every ray
of the Moon in the heart of the ocean?
To think I might be!
And I tried to become!
And I was what I’m not,
And I felt what I don’t!
And I resurrected God for the love
Of the world.
He said ‘Don’t!’
But I did...
I can’t guess where they hid!
Heights and dreams...
How they fled!
I’m alive...
So...
I’m dead.