No Place Like
If the heavens opened would they let me in,
After all that I've done and failed to do?
At the gates I stand, hat in hand,
A life fulfilled and meaningless.
If there was a place that welcomed the dead,
Those with nothing of value left to give.
Nothing in stead, and nothing ahead,
Time travels onward forever endlessly.
Living all wanting for what will arrive,
When movement has ended and darkness falls.
Promises from priests, hiding their beasts,
Borrowing a living with no intention to refund.
All that was wanted but missing in life,
Will appear beyond the unimaginable light.
As if mortal prayer, knows immortal desire,
Control masked as unbending faith.
All things come to a resting peace,
The magnificent and the hideous end the same.
Stillness takes all, the large and the small,
The moment is an infinite nothingness.
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