The bluest sky of Milwaukee is at the exact sport as that of Saint Lucia A million miles from nowhere standing in the exact sport of yesterday Chin up head upright I see the vastness of space and time in my mind How far is heaven perhaps behind the pale blue clear sheets of cloud? Up a distance towards Calvary a quiet sport sky and sea melt away The Island is a continent the brain too small to ponder what’s not there Down beneath it’s just a nut in a tight shell in a pool of nothingness And the loneness of my soul wanders into endless voids seeking refuge Where do they go when their time expire looking back at creation Selah The heaven above or the earth beneath for above us only sky Selah Below us darkness and few wants to know the mysteries of dark places And then I awoke to find me flying to where I have never known Selah