Oh the spark

Suppose you’re just matter,
then you’ve got two dates:
A beginning, and end,
then nothing awaits.


Suppose you’re ensouled
with a spark of divinity.
Then you’re trapped in this world
from your birth to infinity.


You are magic or matter,
an angel or ape.
But one thing is certain:
There is no escape.


But this little thought
should not make you cry,
because minds can wander
to where there’s no sky


and then, when I die, the thought
won’t have turned me mad,
because I know I’ve lived
to have had what we’ve had



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