What if when we die

our hearts unroll

like scrolls

with detailed lists of everyone

and everything

we ever loved?

 

What if our minds

start spinning like records

blaring the symphonies

of our deepest thoughts

and ideas?

 

What if our bodies

stretch into miles of film

projecting onto a blank screen

each ecstatic

and painful moment

the flesh felt?

 

What if our souls

bloom into bouquets

releasing each fragrant encounter

with wonder

and truth?