Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)
The After Life
The best medium to die in is water.
Fresh water is less painful than salt.
You only become a ghost or poltergist,
if you have unfinshed business on your mind.
All religions have a gutwrenching afterlife.
While the depth of your soul is measured,
Karma is of course to you and I important.
So time runs, north, south, east and west.
While reality is centered where you stand.
An individual commuting to then come back.
Is of course left without memory of that.
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