god is everywhere
it is the canvas
and i am the ink
that toils
and it boils
and i think

the truth is everywhere
it is a highway
and i am the tar
that binds
and it finds
the black star

i think i've found a way
to make it all okay
to make a bit of sense
in a sycophantic way
theology, philosophy, it's the same
eternal life, paternal strife, the same
chemistry, epistemology, the same
it's all the same

it's what we leave behind
in our work and our deeds and our thoughts
yes, even heaven has a shelf life