passage to paradise

pay then to go to the unknown

or the threat of born again and live again
we can't fit thru it with the faith you carry on  your back
or carry the horn that blows the word  of you
or fit thru with the pain or the cross you bear
but naked you go and carry the torture
you have seen, maybe you can.

you can't pay to get to the known world
or traverse the thread that pulls you thru that
narrow passage or eyeless needles eye,
but the remorse you wear you can keep.

you pay to get to the unknown with it,
but payment will not carry  you to it.

You cannot get to go where you want to go
and you cannot practice depth to while  your way in,
or with sincerity then, you can't talk your way in.

you pay to get to the unknown with it, and no decision
here will have the weight of that coin.

There is no one before you to show you how,
and no one when you are ready will want to go,
and even though you are ready to fit
they won't want it for  you.

You can't cut yourself enough ways by feigning
payment as writing down the bones will have the weight
to pass you through by weight of your own.

maybe when you wore a victorian collar you couldn't fit
thru that passage way, and you had to learn modern pain,
the nine ways of pain or the way out is the way in,
I say, your reason and wealth or love of love
or writing the truest poem won't let you in,
and though you have but a small time residence here,
you may be already there and standing in paradise
and not know it.\\\