Downstairs to Me


Ratchet  up,

         Above the exponentially farthest stars

                     Because there is floating heaven without a location.

                                    The only True God, He is whom I vomit words about,

                                                   Jesus Christ engulfed in His blood, only lived as a King.

                                                                  Who am I question His existence, His power, and His Father.

My curtain is never upright but always slanted,

for I am only peeking through a peephole to the other side,

and displaying portions of my inside thought.


My level is only the sky,

meaning my legs tremble to take a step downwards against gravity.

Being at the highest level means to continue reaching higher,

but I only step downwards against the gravity.


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