We seldom speak of...

We seldom speak of heaven.
A distant goodness fate does cry.
Could it be layers of ascension.
No simple kingdom in the sky.
We seldom speak of heaven.
Or the colours it inspires.
This bark I shed like so much shame,
like so many blatant lies.
So when I leave this big round test.
Throw water on this fire.
I wont question my existance,
or even inquire why.