if the world could fall apart
and leave nothing but our beating hearts

soft whispers of heaven
in a world of lost love within
errant acoustics

out stretched methods
seeking poignant coalescence
of stranded universe

that falls into another
like lofty linger or
a tremendous sputter

as we cry for some notion
of steadiness while wanting
to be some wild notion
of steadiness

and
your
entropy
the atrophy of
this call for
unison,

the rise of
our lowly substance
the unison of our weak tones
to some tremendous
affirmation

if our worlds could fall apart--
a cosmic blooming,
the fruition of energies pouring forth!--
we will rise, together,
exultant, heaven raised upon
our structures of

hearts, our steady rhythm,
to which we will bask in mystery
leaving our higher intentions
to need not wait for some next life but

in this one

heaven on earth,
the only noble cause!
heaven on earth