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zjw Poetry is the language of the stars
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This poem explores the contents of the soul.

Soul

From the heart, comes life

From the heart, comes life From the head, comes thought

From the heart, comes life, From the head, comes thought, From the soul, comes love.

Under a microscope,

Under a microscope, There's nothing there.

Under a microscope, There's nothing there. Under a magnifying glass,

Under a microscope, There's nothing there. Under a magnifying glass, There's not even a trace.

Under a microscope, There's nothing there. Under a magnifying glass, There's not even a trace. The soul is best seen

Under a microscope, There's nothing there. Under a magnifying glass, There's not even a trace. The soul is best seen with the naked eye.

In reality,

In reality, the soul doesn't even exist.

In reality, the soul doesn't even exist. Just a memory

In reality, the soul doesn't even exist. Just a memory of a distant sometime

In reality, the soul doesn't even exist. Just a memory of a distant sometime who overstayed her welcome.

In the heart,

In the heart, life lingers for a while.

In the heart, life lingers for a while. In the head,

In the heart, life lingers for a while. In the head, thoughts are always drifting in.

In the heart, life lingers for a while. In the head, thoughts are always drifting in. But the contents of the soul

In the heart, life lingers for a while. In the head, thoughts are always drifting in. But the contents of the soul doesn't conform

In the heart, life lingers for a while. In the head, thoughts are always drifting in. But the contents of the soul doesn't conform to the sturdy frames

In the heart, life lingers for a while. In the head, thoughts are always drifting in. But the contents of the soul doesn't conform to the sturdy frames of the box

In the heart, life lingers for a while. In the head, thoughts are always drifting in. But the contents of the soul doesn't conform to the sturdy frames of the box we try to trap her in.

Soul is a flame.

Soul is a flame. She burns with a bright spark

Soul is a flame. She burns with a bright spark of wonder,

Soul is a flame. She burns with a bright spark of wonder, and simmers down to rest

Soul is a flame. She burns with a bright spark of wonder, and simmers down to rest in the blink of an eye.

The soul is a creature of mystery.

The soul is a creature of mystery. She doesn't show her face

The soul is a creature of mystery. She doesn't show her face every February 2nd;

The soul is a creature of mystery. She doesn't show her face every February 2nd; The soul takes a more

The soul is a creature of mystery. She doesn't show her face every February 2nd; The soul takes a more sporadic approach.

She's

She's under here

She's under here over there

She's under here over there in fact, she's

She's under here over there in fact, she's e v e r y w h e r e

But the soul will

But the soul will hide her face

But the soul will hide her face at the sight

But the soul will hide her face at the sight of a shadow.

The soul is not of when

The soul is not of when or where

The soul is not of when or where or how

The soul is not of when or where or how or why.

The soul is not of when or where or how or why. The soul is not an entity

The soul is not of when or where or how or why. The soul is not an entity of reason

The soul is not of when or where or how or why. The soul is not an entity of reason Or a being

The soul is not of when or where or how or why. The soul is not an entity of reason, Or a being of certainty.

The soul is of who

The soul is of who of questions

The soul is of who of questions forever unanswered

The soul is of who of questions forever unanswered Of nets of

The soul is of who of questions forever unanswered Of nets of crisscrossing

The soul is of who of questions forever unanswered Of nets of crisscrossing connections

The soul is of who of questions forever unanswered Of nets of crisscrossing connections that seem

The soul is of who of questions forever unanswered Of nets of crisscrossing connections that seem Unintentional

The soul is of who of questions forever unanswered Of nets of crisscrossing connections that seem Unintentional and random.

The soul is of love

The soul is of love of people and places

The soul is of love of people and places The soul goes

The soul is of love of people and places. The soul goes where love goes.

The soul is of love of people and places. The soul goes where love goes. The soul hides

The soul is of love of people and places. The soul goes where love goes. The soul hides where love hides.

The soul passes notes to love

The soul passes notes to love across a classroom of hate

The soul passes notes to love across a classroom of hate in the form of a crumpled

The soul passes notes to love across a classroom of hate in the form of a crumpled paper ball.

The soul passes notes to love across a classroom of hate in the form of a crumpled paper ball. Immune to the world.

The soul passes notes to love across a classroom of hate in the form of a crumpled paper ball. Immune to the world. Notes signed

The soul passes notes to love across a classroom of hate in the form of a crumpled paper ball. Immune to the world. Notes signed Love,

The soul passes notes to love across a classroom of hate in the form of a crumpled paper ball. Immune to the world. Notes signed Love, Soul.

Notes of love,

Notes of love, of soul

Notes of love, of soul of connections

Notes of love, of soul of connections of places that the soul might

Notes of love, of soul of connections of places that the soul might have never been.

Notes of love, of soul of connections of places that the soul might have never been. But the soul is of places

Notes of love, of soul of connections of places that the soul might have never been. But the soul is of places untravelled.

Notes of love, of soul of connections of places that the soul might have never been. But the soul is of places untravelled. Of questions unanswered.

Because the only answer

Because the only answer is soul.

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