Heaven is a place on earth.

Heaven is a place on earth.

Who do we measure ourselves against

When there is no ferryman

Waiting on the shore of the Styx

No Hades or Heaven’s Gate

When Hell is what we make it

Rationalist uncertainty

Framing faithful

Points of reference

Papering over the cracks

In the science

As the winged beasts circle

Eight times in the round

Before they prove themselves

To be fraudulent

Pranksters

How do we count the cost

When the balance sheet

Is overwritten

On the hard drive

Leaving only the faintest trace

On account

For future proofed investment

In what we are worth

Who pays the cost

Of narcissism

When the world ends,

Each time we close our eyes

We disappear

Nothing really exists

In time without mind

It is an observable gospel

There are no Elysian fields

Swept gold with ripened corn

Awaiting the sharpened scythe

Of a reaper

England’s green and pleasant land

Is an airfield

Without doubt,

Skeptics are the questioners

We should never be without

Come together

Over me.