#1594 - there are no souls

 

1594

5.133

12.v.24

there are no souls

 

but taste but touch

the flock in gazelle

the lion lamb

 

there is no idea

but this that the other

 

all the tree’s energy up

that we see

 

no leaf but mulch

as much reaching

in and down

 

say gravity

the rubber arrow falls

further along

 

none of these things

we’d say are

but believe me

 

there’s no vast void

still we fill it with if

 

not even the thinnest of distance

 

one is another

the animal is

 

the truth

the lie

 

big as a truck

the moose out of nowhere

 

set out for the impossible

ants march to merest weather

 

it’s not

 

your slender form

my wink

 

to squeeze out an opinion

none as such

but making the midst of our most

 

headdprints and heartprints

it’s as in the dream elsewhere pointed

 

flesh

and in the less than atom

 

a dodgem bounce

the wrong guess then

 

grazing out of the frame

over hills

here the cows come again

 

there isn’t a soul

but they are

 

I call them

neither to survive

just so as to come home