The Cure: Afterlife

I permeated through the light
doused in anxious curiosity
nothing we create glows so bright
as this next-world beyond animosity
and what a marvel to behold!
how much it threw into perspective
that from first gargle to when we grow old
we are rendered communally defective

so when i surfaced in my own nirvana
i was inundated with a chorus of colours
that i inhaled like celestial marijuana
untainted by the burdens of others
and as i recalled Mr Frost's "yellow wood"
i couldn't help but feel secure
maybe heaven was blissful solitude
for here, at last, i'd found a cure