An Infinite Meaning

The Preacher man's voice
Boomed with the thunder
Thunder of the God's wrath.
Rain trickled down
Spring colored windows.
Whips crackled
The congregation sighed and swayed.
I dodge piercing looks,
Judging my trail-worn clothes.
Left quicker than Beelzebub himself,
Tuned in to the prophets of the stereo.
Offered a Highway to Hell
Or a Stairway to Heaven.
Shot Heroin with Reed
ON a Magical Mystery Tour.
Now face to face with the deities that be
With purple haze and glory ablaze.
The Universe pulses to an abrupt stop
And I dispersed with the smoke
Into an infinite meaning.