Separate Pieces

A life is dissected
Into thousands of pieces,
Separate pages
For separate days,
Then strewn on the carpet.

A soul never ages
Just waits till its shell
Has withered away.

"Eyes to the skies dear"
But the skys an illusion
Amniesea has taking
Higher power away
And gifted us hope
In a new form of science.
spirit and science
Cannot copulate.

So nothing is born to nothing
And knowledge gives way to unknowing.
And we do it well
Without god in our days.
And deniel continues
To thicken the haze.