Thinkers, 

decimated by boredom,

depression,

wonder where the

'something more'

is.

Pearly gates not just out of reach,

but out of sight,

even out of mind,

for many.

A pressure dances across my forehead,

pounces around my numb ears,

and boots me in between the eyes.

There will be no relief for the saints

sinners

or the dead.