The Door to Heaven

you know i was offered the door to heaven?

yes, this happened,

i remember,

a tiny nudge on the soft side of my shin set off a sudden impulse to purge at the sight of skin

and so i sunk into sand,

sprinting atop the trembling dunes of the basin keep

but motion on sand is hard, you know,

it keeps hugging me of some sort on the feet

won't yield me power during push-off

it's a soft sorta stubborn, a sappy-type schmaltzy

staying so, making me question

my own two feet!

so it felt like i was on a sickly mill of treads, making zero progress or perhaps rolling, scrolling, drooping through an opening in slo-mo

my body no longer intact

onto a colorless staircase that shone like heaven

yes, i was yielding down a staircase into heaven between the desert dunes of the basin

offered to stay a night in  

as a trial period, risk-free with a non-refund policy

the clouds were fluffy 

everyday was sunny

bug-less forest that had no dry trees

and shores empty of algae

a vision of me skipping through pasture valleys

on the projector at the entry

let me tell you, i ran and ran fast

because what man in his right mind would choose to live there?

the next day i arose again, in the middle of lake Lycantium

i dissolved into gypsum, or maybe I was dust. 

so i looked at the empty spot

down the horizon line beyond the people so on i ran

to find emptiness around me

no people, no eagles

not a single speck of life

a staircase