Δίδυμος ~ Wednesday, January 14, 2026

If I tell you there is no afterlife
for there is no proof in the evidence

I know nothing but this one life we have

together as pilgrims, foreign to strife
each day of the journey, we float in space
light as feathers on Jupiter, intense
lift to pull up our boots out of the grave

yellow muck, our outsoles covered with grime
only time will tell if death ends with grace
unless I commit a crime then I know

that I know nothing as Socrates said
how do I know what I cannot prove, show
each person the pudding, our daily bread
religion pokes a hole in flesh, a crime
eternal based on faith, or lack as such

if death ends with death, with my final breath
suck the yellow dust from the air and die

no punishment worse than this, too, too much
overwhelming suffering everywhere

as life ends with death, so itself must death
for how strange or foreign, empty the sky
these thoughts steal clouds from empty graves, I speak
each day, I say too much, say less, take care
remember to describe or explain seems
light to no one on Jupiter, on Earth
if gravity is not as strong, our dreams
float in an atmosphere foreign since birth
each life worth all the screams, as floorboards creak