of everyday life. There will be no time to measure
how long we've been waiting
or not waiting.
When we go to heaven, there will be pumpkin pies and
jugs of apple cider for the drinking, and when
we celebrate commercialized holidays,
we won't feel scammed anymore.
And all the pumpkins of the world will be carved
into perfect faces, perfect candles to fill their bases
with lighters that won't burn thumbs;
they will drop and smash on command.
When we go to heaven, there will be no awful truths
that can not be quickly concluded. And comprehension
of foreign languages will come like native tongues,
as though they were our own.
When we go to heaven, everyone will understand
our essence; excuses and silly words no longer
necessary when speaking to professors pretending
to be monks- or 'normal' people.
When we go to heaven, we wont' have to
dig up boxes we buried to hold memories
we hoped to forget; they were always the
crown jewels in our stash of treasures.
