How to Get to the Other Side
The Other Side Is Fearing God
Don’t fear death–
Time is the chisel
With which we sculpt the infinite
Or if, like me, you work with words
Each day is a first edition
Of a story that never gets old
Because it’s a running joke
That keeps getting funnier
With every new twist
Your death is just a twist in the road
And all of us chickens cross the road–
We’ll see you on the other side
