The tiers of heaven extend
vicariously through us
Standing on our pillars of
morality and justice
Heaven is compulsion
When the angels jump- out of fear more than loss
We pry our hearts apart
Hell is seclusion.
But I dare ask the tiger how his glare burns
And from the depths of my soul how it yearns
To know the secret tiers of kingdoms lost
The secret caves of lives cost
And payment in retributions made
Upon my blood where angels wade.
Written in 2010. Photo from 2017. Saying Sooth.