“THE AFTERLIFE?” a poem November 22, 2019 (Friday)

“THE AFTERLIFE?” a poem November 22, 2019 (Friday)

We think The Afterlife can be described from here;

Can IT be described at all?

We think we can predict the change(s) of [spiritual] season[s], Armageddon or The Fall;

We think, despite evidentiary considerations? there IS,

THE God describable.

We think we can figure out what is good for us, and, of course, we’re liable,

To keep thinking all these things UNTIL THE END OF TIME,

Which (time) is a construct and not “real” either; either is this rhyme.

We keep saying: “There ARE consequences,” and keep “proving?” that assumption, within our dream,

That continues to scare us, (’cause it’s as real as any dream);

So, we scream:

WE SCREAM BECAUSE SOME PART OF US IMAGINES,

THAT SCREAMING WILL UNDO,

ALL THE THINKING,

WE KEEP DOING.

Yeah? Well, (pause)

I LOVE YOU,

So, I certainly would NEVER suggest that all OUR thinking might NOT amount to much.

I JUST LOVE YOU.

What are the consequences in The Afterlife of that?

Honestly,

Can’tWeJustStopThinkingForALittleBit

AND TOUCH?

fin <3