The Kingdom of Heaven

Amidst the cracks in this world
I wait.
Wild beasts with their iron teeth
knaw on my ribcage
and tickle my toes at night.The wailing has been rising
so ugly and so loud,
I consider jumping on a grenade
just to redirect the pain.

I fold my body onto the sharp edges
of not knowing
and type out a new definition of self,
based on wholeness and the immaterial.

The Kingdom of Heaven
must feel brand new each day
with the arrival and sound
of tiny giggles.

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