The page has turned blue. A window pane.
A bed sheet. A building made of blue
Bricks and mortar. The building is at the bottom
Of the Atlantic, and as I swim up
From the open window, the insides of the bubbles
Coming from my mouth are the furthest
Reaches of galaxies.
One of them the blue of Heaven’s
New day Christ opened for us all
So that no more sacrifices would have to be made.
The surface is blue, and the water between Heaven
And Earth went all the way to the Golden City
Where I lived before all of these Earthly lives.
Next I’ll continue to move upward, from body to mind.