Sometimes or maybe often
I asked myself
Do we get comfortable in heaven?
Do we get drunk in heaven?
Can we be running around
Like naked children
We can't be sure know,
Or did we do, or did we not?
Are the spirits can have anger?
We don't know
And we talked about it every
Days, nights, in bars, in gardens
And
In dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I get a real sense of wonderment from this poem. What is it like in heaven? it's the question we all want to know