03-07-2013, 08:56 PM
wrapped inside out I wander in
and if I’m lucky, can observe
floating soul melding with physical heart,
bridge-linked to my brain—
a nonphysical reaching down, transforming,
intimately, infinitely, liltingly onwards,
a process
small beyond my knowledge
too intricate for comprehension
shifting to the realm of the people of the quarks.
they shiver and it shakes the world.
fourth dimensional inhabitants of our circled existence,
foreverly larger than the titans of our minds.
with parental authority they decide we are too cold
and their tiny hands delicately shove
hovering soul into bodies, willing or not.
(how could we know what is best?)
with their otherness they border-hop
between spiritual and temporal,
as a model, an exhibition, a test.
will they ever learn?
(sorry, signature refuses to disappear)
and if I’m lucky, can observe
floating soul melding with physical heart,
bridge-linked to my brain—
a nonphysical reaching down, transforming,
intimately, infinitely, liltingly onwards,
a process
small beyond my knowledge
too intricate for comprehension
shifting to the realm of the people of the quarks.
they shiver and it shakes the world.
fourth dimensional inhabitants of our circled existence,
foreverly larger than the titans of our minds.
with parental authority they decide we are too cold
and their tiny hands delicately shove
hovering soul into bodies, willing or not.
(how could we know what is best?)
with their otherness they border-hop
between spiritual and temporal,
as a model, an exhibition, a test.
will they ever learn?
(sorry, signature refuses to disappear)
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The howling beast is back.
The howling beast is back.