Pocket from Heaven

Pocketful of heaven
Forced entreats measure to no avail
Frustration bids no change

Add a little salt
and pinch a punch of froth
     Jack never drank of Jill’s mug

Sentiment of freedom       forced the bird into a cage
Caravans carted it off       to no-man’s land
He was thus exiled to a cage-bursting heart

     Jack, caged in his mug?

Free them from themselves
          O Brother Superior
                Severity brings misfortune

Trouble, tried the mire
           and bogged itself
Jill died in Jack’s mug
Oh this world in its treasury of nonsense
       is the bulk of the How
And the now of a Why
   Whom do I talk to?
Whom do I go to?
   Not that I want to
   Just that I do

The why of a How
The hurdle of the vertical dimension of Wall

This man shrinks
That, has a good go at himself
One disappears
The other splits
                               creating an object of self
Look!                   He is joining the universe

POCKET FROM HEAVEN