The Perception of the Stairway

I’d like to believe in the stardust gate:

a seraph greets you in your coming.
        White smoke
                gold shine

the harp mouth.

You know the songs of the heart when the harp stops.

You want to follow the truth, a change to nirvana.

A fresh way to see nebula:

the openings between the world.

Is this ubiquity ambitious?

Can you see inside the void:

the created, the loved

cities above the walk?

You can fly inside yourself
        when there is nothing left to embody.