Heaven

I dreamed of heaven

last night;

it was music;

loud, beating, circus music,

hidden in the back

of a broken down carnival,

with flashing lights

and gaudy clowns;

the music took away the anger,

the music calmed the fears;

we sat together

while calliopes omba’d away

and cymbals crashed down,

with a cool breeze blowing

in our faces,

angry people entered,

those of us who knew better

looked around smiling

with knowing looks,

until the music took them over;

then they understood too.

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