Absolute

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

you stay but with one added evasive mosquito.

The memory flickers and goes out, jet streams

leave their mark in the air and don't disappear

a dove the world breathes through a window just like you

knocks at the window these simple particles

equations benefitting proportioned at act

the old films and we jumped cliffs

I had to be the performer at the heart.