Mangoes in cardboard boxes

like alcohol in the stone pits
hailed, wanted, but lonely.
In limbo, unhinged from reality
thinking about the skies,
while baffled by morality.

I scoured the universe,
in search of salvation
while my god’s abode
was in my soul’s foundation.

like mangoes in cardboard boxes
sweet, free from paradoxes
In heaven, hinged to reality
thinking about the world
unbothered by mortality.