Becoming Dark Matter
The
after-life
could be just a flicker of light
a speck of our former selves,
Lost firefly souls drifting about the periphery of nothingness...
On a constant quest for their nests of flesh.
Chasing the vapor of memories.
Until the final speck of light becomes
a speck of darkness (bug on a windshield).
The tapestry of dark matter, part of a big puff of nothingness.
The afterlife could be an emergence of the soul from its chrysalis of flesh.
A gilded distillate of their worldly goodness.
Drifting down into an infinite pond of bliss.
Called the heart of God.
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