In your new life
Or death, whatever—
I don’t care
                         (I care)
I hope everything you encounter is
Vivid/bright/strange and so
Beyond
Any of your wildest expectations, hope it’s
Lovelier than what lies here, maybe
Understand philosophy, or maybe what it isn’t
And that you visit me sometimes.

Are you untethered by that which weighted you down, are you content?
Or did you go into the darkness with banners raised, tender voice roaring
As once you did when night fell over us, and you sang to clear a path through fear?
I can’t believe in Heaven, or a ghost of you, no; you have
Errands beyond this sphere, and though
Hell might be more of a fair match, you’d drown in drink and discourse until you tired of it.
Because you could dance with the Devil and hand him his *** on a platter,
And you would be fighting with that half hidden smirk the whole time but what, pray tell, comes After

                                                                                                                                                     The fight?