You're thinking it's all over I suppose
Dropping down out of the dream once more
Shivering and hiding yourself behind that locked door
Who fooled you into believing that's what living's for
But nothing's ever finally over
And I'll see you on the other side of Heaven
When the last of these gray skies pass away
I'll walk with you on the other side of Heaven that day
You're slinking around in fear I suppose
Forever waiting for the other shoe to drop
Did you give up waiting for the hurt to stop
Or the cavalry to come with their guns and a mop
But loose ends rarely get tied up that way
If not today then I'll see you on the other side of Heaven
When your eyes are finally open and you can see
We'll walk the streets of Heaven, you and me
Meanwhile I'm pulling you close in my dreams I suppose
Where you're a happy little girl who's known no losses
Smiling on the grassy lawn, you give your skirt a whirl
I'll keep that photograph close, I promise
But we'll wait 'til the calliope tune reaches an end
Then I'll meet you on the other side of Heaven
When all the dangers have passed and we're together at last
I'll walk with you on the other side of Heaven my friend
The rhythm slipped away here and there but overall very well-paced and it's striking what a good rhythm can do to the reader. Just like a Pungi player hypnotizing you with his regular psychedelics, the poem does the same and the repetition of the Heaven phrase only intensifies the feeling. One gets the sense of a vicious circle that the speaker is trapped in, that ever living being of the XXIth century is trapped in, one way or another and the Heaven becomes something else than death and angels and halos. It's a Utopia where the rhythm slips off into change and we're not snakes dancing anymore. We're snakes on the run, hunting in the great plains of purple grass and ideas and values raining down in cocktail Molotovs, sinking into the black soils of our earthly (Heavenly) human existence.
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