Imagine
death, after life,
not heaven, not hell, not mere.
Consciousness
Eternal somethingness, ethereal wire connections.
Thought
All that we ever were, all that we ever will be.
Such a waste
your hours spent not thinking
avoiding that what confuses
when life should be spent pondering
that what confounds us.
The immortal emptiness lays you low
and into abyss you enter.
Only mind, only matter, soulless and deadeyed.
Alone with our thoughts.

Eternity thinking about thinking eternity.

Regret
all your “Bewares:”
“Don’t overthink it.”
“Too smart for your own good.”
“Why does it matter?”
It matters
What if heaven is not a home for the soul
but a playground for the mind?
Where thoughts born on earth ripple, replicate
nourish and reincarnate.
Redefine omniscience: Not knowing all
Learning all.
Our brainwaves are all that cross over
into perpetual imagination.
Then hell is living forever
with nothing to think about.

Question
unceasingly