Innocence is an umbrella, and what’s falling from the sky

Is thousands of kisses

And our lips are only colored glass for a moment, but God still

Accepts our stained-glass souls

And our only redemption

Is to offer him company in heaven, because the angels

Have left

What could be better than magnificence shattering on our world

Because when

Good

Is splintered into billions of pieces,

Humanity emerges as the evil that ties it back together

But it’s not our fault if God made it so that the heavens can only be seen lying down

On the dirty cracked kitchen floor, staring through the ceiling and the sound

Of pounding feet running above

To see light then, I must lift my eyes above the flowered ceiling, and the

Sound of a clock ticking, counting the seconds until I can get up again, and then

Counting the seconds until I fall forever

Maybe God made time to forever remind us of him.