SO HIGH MY HEAVEN

So high my heaven,Soul's atmosphere,That spaceAnd outer space,Measured in billionsOf light-years,Peopled with planetsCircling in orbits,Endlessly,Monotonously,Seem unimportantAnd insignificant.

So immediate my heaven,Soul's harmony,That whereI am,It is;And intercontinental bombsThat areFrom here,To there,With swift descent of sudden fear,Seem late,And out-of-date.

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