Standing Ovation

We now no longer camp as for a night, but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven. - Thoreau

knock me down

kick me too

save your spit

along with your fear to admit

on the protracted stage of heaven's staunch pew

soil my white suit

not tryin' to be cute

the point is moot

the music perpetual

the collection plate full of gratuity

infinite

complete

fed with nothing to eat

an amazing feat

i'm dancing with no feet

the song oh-so sweet

Author's Note

“In short, I am convinced, both by faith and experience, that to maintain one’s self on this earth is not a hardship but a pastime, if we will live simply and wisely; as the pursuits of the simpler nations are still the sports of the more artificial.” - Thoreau