paradise seems a place
of needs
fulfilled
of wishes swimming
upstream
a dream where
sleeping and waking are
forgotten
(unless you desire them).
each of us crafts
our own bubbleshell of
a paradise
guiding the rudder &
trimming the sails
to navigate the stars.
then you yearn for family &
friends & lovers in
your paradise
angels of hope & bone.
bubbles crowd against bubbles
some burst, all crash
to holy ground.
the kingdom of breath is a
lovelier paradise
than any you can ever
imagine.