in heaven I made no plans
left fallen dreams to earth or hell
twelve seconds of release perpetually looped.
still the taste of sugared limes, of a half-
dissolved café mint sulking in the
dregs of a failed mojito, of love's first tequila.
was life the apex of evolution,
the fluke statistics eventuated,
a sparrow's midnight flight through a lighted meadhall,
the journey to decay from birth's ripeness?
all these and more it was
you my dream
in heaven the rose is you