Urshanabi can you take me across the waters?
I would not lose the plant which restores youth.
I would cherish and clone it
and grow it hydroponically
to protect it from the harshness of the atmosphere.
I would create a thousand cottage industries
I would ensure the leaves were nurtured by Astarte,
And watered from the throat of Tiddalick
I would grind them and create liquid golden globules
which would satisfy even Sergeant Pepper.
I would make pilgrimage to the shrines of Freud
seeking to understand how it would change the world.
I would offer it to the eager and the desperate,
I would liberate them from gymnasium slavery,
I would be rich.
I am not greedy.
I would not clutter up heaven with indolent infinity.
I would not offer eternity that is conditional,
I would disguise the dichotomy
of perpetuity rooted in the present dystopia.
God is already re-shaped in our own image
Now I would re-package life everlasting,
to give it prime time credibility.
I would rescue it from the insubstantial and indefinable.
I would bring it down to earth.