#1734 - soul

 

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soul

for godsbother

 

is one of light’s best tricks  

 

to say the thing is to believe

 

it’s  what you thought

you heard

got a whiff

 

there’s no reason at all for this

 

that must be in its favour

 

fits like a....

what does it fit like?

 

you run on till the tune is heard

come to a last chord

 

not thing you’ll say

but there you are

 

each thing has its own song

 

all much larger than

the ear required

 

which means a voice

right rhythm

 

things vanish

do they?

 

won’t show

a form you’d recognize

or have the least use for

 

this goes for you, me, them as well

 

but, if not, how persist?

 

the gone and the going to be

 

there’s not a single elsewhere will have us

 

yet

shadow, echo, one reflects

 

when seeking vanished things

can’t help

but disappear a little

 

and all of this implies the dark

 

distances are back

all of space is black

 

there is no power but belief

 

the only way we know how to look

 

it’s not just time there

motion towards, from

around or on

 

it’s all that matters

 

dark till now

but for the fires

and the spinning ash

 

that absence which is almost all

though infinite in space and time

from where we have to be

to shine

 

soul’s our trick of light

 

(poem in the annotation mode, after Tracy K. Smith's 'The Soul', in Life on Mars. Thinking also of Michel Foucault.)