Sweet is the thought

Thoughts of heaven

Learning to count

And count on people

If there are places

Beyond beyond

This loin clothed

Man in America

Rain pelts upon him

Money is transfered

Interesting pools of soap

For him to fathom

The road bubbles

Geothermal

Slipping past rocks

Past pinnaple trees

Heaven has lots of those

The sounds of tweeters

Welcome signs

And hills of salt

Drama seems gone

But for how long

How long.