Heaven is a construct, a
relief we grasp onto tight.
//For what? (For what??)
I know you are alright.
& I feel,, ( ,I feel , ,)
that hell is all a laugh, ’cause
what’s crafted in god-image should
survive the hottest
fire & (twice) come back.
In pass/ing ,, you are person no more
but I believe in energy, & psyche, & soul.
My friend, you are now as free as a butterfly, &
every-body knows. ( (( know,, knows , , ) )
//You know, (??) I find it very strange.
the pure knowledge you must have
reverted back to; your all encompassing
view. What is life to you? // Because I want to know,
tell me, do my strings, right now, do they
play in a quantum field……?
Are you healed?
Because I (want to) (know) that you just
needed some sleep. I hope you
are resting. I hope you
hear me.
-Amber Renee
(In memory of my childhood
friend Michelle 9/2/92-7/14/08)
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