I begin to live
very deep in the ocean -
I never begin on land.
You get rid of me -
precious pearls of life.
Go engage in poetry
over pearly gates
of God's house.
God
does not hover over us
for possessions.
Give us our house -
Let my sea
be flowing of life
...not death.
I measure time
on my body.
You measure by
the numbers on a clock.
Eventually
your perfect bodies
will tell your age.
Move into our
perfect bodies
only after
God
begins to go fishing.