I Reached Through The Prison Gate and Felt Nothing


A stimulated breath
Is disclosure revealed
While caffeinated.
A bored martyr
Will live forever.
And a stimulated breath
Will respire
While yearning for caffeine.
How serene
Is Heaven,
If the greatest descended,
Buried under happy hubris
With enough strength
To declare,
“God is love.”
Without a care.
But God is also-
And varied.
And a breath
Stimulated by caffeine.

Sometimes I contemplate martyrdom
While conceptualizing humans
Inscribed from shadows
Looping through the stucco ceiling.

We have marketable pleasure,
Marketable martyrs, caffeine,
And modern libraries. We just lack the funding
To update them
To Paradise’s standards.

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