I was…
I was prepared
To enter the golden gates
Of heaven
With Sandy Shear
My childhood girlfriend
Enter the dark tunnel with her
And come out refreshed
Yet each step along the way
Was less rejuvenating
Than the last
None of the wheels
The grass
The sky
The food
Brought us closer to ourselves
And my mechanical touch
Brought a mechanical response
"Not now"
And that not now was never.