You think you store the truth in your memory
forgetting you store the memory in your truth.
you’ll forget your death
and most things in between
and you don’t remember how many times you have taken breath
don’t worry, the final exam is not written yet
though it’s too late to study
if you don’t already know the answers
by the time you reach heaven’s censors
there’s no sense cramming
following the light
you can’t write answers on your sleeve
the tester already knows what’s in your head
and what you believe
and how your heart is fed
and what’s up your sleeve.