In Heaven they cut open your skull

And stick their fingers in your brain

While you play the violin


The seraphims wish to taste

Your medial prefrontal cortex

Posterior cingulate-cortex


And Thalamus

“What wonders lie in there?”

In a field of nothing and everything


Where God is a feeling

And we are not bodies

And you can play with us forever


Don’t worry of the dark

Close your eyes

Rest your bow


Play for me

Those mortal melodies

So I may know where to find you

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