the story very much, but I think that another read might be in order, to put some commas in to regulate the meter. I know that you could smooth it out. The use of capitals for every line does not help the meter, and perhaps the use of commas may not be necessary, if the lines are continued, instead of being cut off from each other. ~ Geezer.
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The last words were crucial for my understanding. I was pretty close to what you were saying. I find myself a spiritual person without a belief system if that makes sense. I’m not necessarily an atheist, I’m into truth. My truth is…you don’t know what’s after life until you die, at which point you can’t really convey what it’s like.

There is quite a bit of speculation about these near death or death and then revived experiences being the result of a hallucination from the DMT your body makes and breaks down constantly. Synthetic DMT is used recreationally to achieve these “heightened states” and native South American tribes have used it in Ayahuasca ceremonies for centuries.

Sorry you were involved in the cycle of death so often. It’s traumatic and it takes a special kind of strength and courage to be in that situation with patients and their grieving families. You’re a hero sir. Good poet too.

Tim

Nothing was ruined. I found the poem inspiring and it’s nice to find like minded people of logic not being controlled by the cognitive bias they’ve earned through a belief system.

There could be God, and astral projection. I wouldn’t know because I’ve never died (I came seriously close once with a traumatic brain injury). I just feel like anyone who say they know what happens after death is either lying or taking everything on faith. I’m into it being a mystery. Where is the adventure in know the destination?

Love your stuff,
Tim