Heaven On The First Floor In a yellow chamber of square ceilings, Of fading walls steadily sinking, Into the lower ground of promise, On glistening floors shining but weakening, On a bed of feathers wet with hurt, In sheets of passion scented with fusion, In emptiness invading souls in passing, In the fear of indulging the soul in hallucination, Below squares of walls now collapsing, On trembling grounds of ravaging deception, In frames of silver skin in pain, In pictures of silent frozen rain, In eyes of gold that laughed and laughed, In lips of wanting forever the essence, Of a periodical union still evolving, Into lessons of life taught to children, By a mother bearing a scene from heaven.
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