A poetic essay: Essence before birth
And the good girl teachers
Tell the children to tell the truth
Do they know as much
Do they trust
A child’s heart clings with trust
Bend and break it is a must
Some born demons to the earth
Devil father mirth
Was I where before my birth
Metaphysically
Me spirit
Spirit me
Isak
Indeed, I never engaged in this kind of activity before
A deep introspection, a non-biological inspection
Fuck after-life
Before sixth january nineteen-seventy-nine
Is that a christian calendar for that matter
Where the fuck, hell was I
Spirit in the air?
Place me there
Art instructor
Liked my poem ‘’Heaven is whatever you want it to be’’ … idea
Too drunken to arrive at heaven probably
Sober days and contemplating existence-before-spirit
If I received love on ‘’whatever you want is heaven’’
I can play divine non-creator-of-me
Fuck as yeah, I spirit in the air
Does that hold empirically
Fuck it
It’s kind of a joke
Everyone is laughing with me
Before life I was you see
Spirit in the air
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