Tomorrow Never Comes

To me, it's like this.
science is another word for magic

she is the paid-for-whore
willing to bend or stretch

if you hold her just right

less grotesque in that
she does it all eagerly

whether or not you
are there to see

life is consciousness

in the spiraling black hole 

a shadow song from an oubliette

a sudden and forced forget

hopes are tears on colored ink:

Jesus-blue & Vishnu-green bleed
together
running in mud 

idols whose purposes glide

while psalms are dutifully sung.
lemmings for the dip!
religion is flawed-

only despair has need for god

there is no meaning
but the one you lend

no kind or evil but a concept

faith exists
in the moments before sleep

when tomorrow is a promise
the universe will keep

but tomorrow never comes

in the protestant lips
of sunrise and sunset,

time is the mouth of now 

question is the sigh of why

reason is the breath of yes.