Abundance Extends To Lush

If I had a daily bliss

a somewhat cheerful view

a silent grace I could perceive

to grow as I pursued

Then when, around midnight

instead of wasted from my sight;

loaded beyond the utmost space

I'd have one average night

I measure every fucker I meet

with analytic eyes;

I wonder if their grief weighs like mine

or has an easier size

I wonder if, when these years have piled

if the pain will still be as real

the early hurt, such a lapse

a lifetime of grief bereaved of appeal

Will I just go on aching?

through centuries above

exposed by god to a larger pain

by contrast with the promise of love

They say heaven is packed and that's where we go

but I've got one hell of a surprise

your death is but one and came but once

and only nailed your eyes

And though I may not guess the right kind

correctly, yet to me

and the piercing comfort it creates;

passing portions of fiery glee

The denotes of the fashions of the cross

of those that stand alone

still fascinated to presume

that some has a view like my own