incredibly high

I ASKED for one more thing,   
that thing was denied.   
I'll give my being for it;   
the merchant only smiled.   
 
Brazil? She twirled a button,          
Without a glance my way:   
“But, madam, is there nothing else   
That we can show today?”

Where are the souls, that resting, rise?
and soar incredibly high?

THE SOUL selects her savior
and then she shuts the door
some things need to stay there
now and evermore

sense the starkest madness
see the darkest grey
you are straight-away dangerous
and handled with a chain

To make sure all ’s asleep.          
check out with Old-fashioned eyes
we'll get incredibly high

Where are the souls, that resting, rise?
and soar incredibly high?

live or die incredibly high

the day it rattles
the sun has got as far
and echos, trains away
a third sycamore

Some things just need to stay there
Grief, hills, eternity
The moon slides down the stairs   
On her divine majority   
   
Where two could creep
    Not easy to surprise
all incredibly high

Where are the souls, that resting, rise?
and soar incredibly high?


dickinson/vanhook