NO ONE GETS TO CALL SHOTGUN IN THE AFTERLIFE; THE AFTERLIFE CALLS SHOTGUN ON YOU

So now what? You've earned whatever
you call this. No fear of the here and
now (saying something), but of a room
with no view. Just enough left to make
killing off the remaining possibilities
attractive. A quiet corner with space for
prayer (knees) and the vaguest daylight
crack of salvation. Which is hope with
a religious upbringing. In the land of
might not be the best idea the natives
welcome us with open pincers. Maybe
one does step over, walking through a
door, the kind they have in submarines.
You need to raise your leg with purpose.