We pray — to Heaven —
We prate — of Heaven —
Relate — when Neighbors die —
At what o’clock to heaven — they fled —
Who saw them — Wherefore fly?
Is Heaven a Place — a Sky — a Tree?
Location’s narrow way is for Ourselves —
Unto the Dead
There’s no Geography —
But State — Endowal — Focus —
Where — Omnipresence — fly?
(Emily Dickinson)
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