HOME

                    Last night in bed, ostensibly asleep,
                    I somehow took a transcendental leap
                    Then waked enough to know that I’d gone Home
                    And made a note for now to write this poem.

                    Regrettably, that vision has all fled,
                    Except for thinking that I then was dead,
                    Which seemed to be a most delightful state,
                    Far more than I could grasp to contemplate.

                    The upshot was a surge of confidence
                    That when at last it’s our turn to go hence,
                    We’ll find indeed a paradise of bliss
                    Beyond discovering in a world like this,

                        Although improving what we now find here
                        Is an imperative that’s surely clear.







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