And the Truth is...

Turn, turn and

burn and burn.

There is no Hell below us,

no Heaven above - Lennon

had that right.

The only realms about us

are the ones left

in our sight.

Betwixt us only humans.

So turn and turn

and burn and burn.

Need we spurn?

Or will we learn?

When will we learn?

There is no Heaven.

There is no Hell.

The only Hell we need fear

is the one we'll inherit on Earth;
 

and the only Heaven we need savour

is the one that awaits us

inside our flesh,

the one that waxes thickly

on the foliage of trees,

right here

now.

Deep and deep.
Green and green.

And God does not exist.

Tongueless old man.

He could not judge a boxing match

even if He were a pair of fists.

Even if He had the odds and the cash
and was brash and brazen enough
to play the knock-out in the fifth
he'd still lose in the long-run on the fix.

And Jesus is the butter 

to my bread,

not the bread itself.

That stays in my heart,
in my flesh,

right there on the shelf.

I can feel the fear,

feel the flames licking at me.

But I won't fan them.

They say fight fire with fire.

But fuck that for fuel.

I'll use my mind, not coal-oil.

It's a much better tool;
it won't ever expire.