Although I know
that humans lived and died
long before anybody
thought to plant a garden
And though I know
that pearly gates would shimmer
with the agony
of a million violated oysters
And though I know
the brain pours out comfort
to lighten its load
before handing itself in for scrap
And though I know
the most beautiful of vases
only seems to fill the space
between our glare and oblivion's
And though I know
what people will say
Yet still I feel
that you and I will go
to the same province of nothingness
and that the hum of eternity
will sound a little different for our chord