Nothing

There are no streams of consciousness

Beyond the wide white pearly gates

No spectral glints of ghostliness

Where nothing but the blue moon waits

There are no thoughts or memories

Beyond the broad black deathly door

No gushing thoughts of gratitude

Where goose eggs hatch forevermore

There are no thrones of sanctity

Beyond the truth sound science knows

No starstruck gasps of righteousness

Where nothing but illusion goes