There's a foreboding bought of restlessness rustling in my belly

I can feel it taking hold of all my fingers and pulsing in my breast

Imagine there's no heaven

It's easy if you try

Surprise me like the nature of creation is discovered

I want to use every simile, metaphor, and meter to make you understand

There's a changing of the wind that I can taste like the coming of Redemption

And no hell below us

Dig the Earth and force and little common sense free

Above us only sky

(My brain started moving faster than my fingers could move and I walked past the Dakota Residence

In the Upper West Side where Lennon used to live and where, incidentally, he also used to die.

I landed here in a pile of shit and maybe something really important.)

(I dub this piece, "In Progress")