“Heaven is a library of every book ever written, eternity to sit and read, and a bottomless cup of the best coffee.”
One hundred billion, they say,
crackling neurons in my skull, burning,
sparking, passing between them…
Teach me. I don’t understand.
I read a madman’s words today,
and etched his wild advice with joy
across my heart, epitaph of happy riddance
Fire chased us from our Paradise home. Now snow traps us in our Eugene refuge.