The Gates of Heaven
by Noah Haalilio Solomon
After todayʻs accomplished, hanging-on-the-fridge get-through, I really feel just one weekend getaway away from my own peripheryʻs expansion into omnipotence and I admire having these five senses. But on top, surrounding, beneath, among, between, around, I would rather be that consciousness to blanket all things that slip past me while waiting in line toward becoming some more of that wrinkled foliage of chronological dominance. Like this, show me wonder, everywhere.