If when I die there is no heaven and no hell
for God is an idea in the mind of Moses,
what in the hell do I look forward to in life,
heaven and hell being metaphors of the real
endless desire to find salvation after death,
nothing could be more dumb than initiation
in a belief system based on an afterlife,
death is no rendezvous, as if eternity,
in all its duration, creates a meeting place,
endless joy and wisdom in our own paradise,
the conceit of endless time in a dimension
hovering above or below our own, unseen,
entertains the masses better than opium,
relish the fact that life is all, absolute chance,
even if I roll dice, I cannot abolish
ignorance to accept the earth as all we get,
suckers to the very end, humans ask for hope
not forgetting their prayers for misery to end,
on this note, to suffer from some deformity,
however the body and mind may not function,
even to see the dew on a flower at dawn
and to shrug it off in order to find beauty,
valiantly waiting for us in heaven or hell,
even to think humans stupid enough to fool
no one but each other is a sad fact of life,
as I choose in this life to be free of the nets
numbskull fishermen cast in the sea of logic,
despite my persistence to only see the real,
nothing can stop my mind and imagination,
on this point, to ponder those possibilities,
horrible or banal in evil or the good,
enter into fiction, fiction is everywhere,
little to imagine beyond our suffering,
little to remember beyond our history.
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