None Earn Return Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Right and wrong in time and place
may differ, even contradict
each other: mortals try to taste
truth's ruthe judgementally and strict.

Hell, Heaven may be found within
concepts of sin that seldom stay
coherent as the aeons spin
around eternity at play.

Trace gone tomorrow though today
beguiles with smiles of kith and kin -
most mirage memories waylay
thought thinker sought through thick and thin.

The difference between black, white
is unknown when through infra-red
the world is scanned - there day and night
dissolve with other wavebands read.

Let drop considerations which
no witness e'er brought confirmation,
live Carpe Diem full and rich.
Spurn urn, none earn return from destination.