I know
that when I die
I’ll sink into the soil
Be eaten by all the things I’ve eaten
Become the dirt for all to walk upon
I know that my thoughts are just neurons firing
That my heart is a collection of molecules
that happen to beat
but sometimes
I look into the sky
and wonder
how the sun manages
to hit everything
just right
There’s no way
a universe without heaven
can paint pictures like that
with just light
