In the higher regions
of imagining minds
a way to survive
in essence whole,
though grim and weary
of outlaw species guilt,
after the last breath
a cleansing of soul.
Yet, considering such
heavenly description
in a World where
believing is seeing,
can there really be
any material depiction
of invisible, bodiless,
spiritual being?

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