“Being I: Body”
Body is free
From company,
Street air,
Strangers,
Non-strangers.
Mind is free
Again to think about you.
Separate now
From everyday’s
Company
And routine
And things to do
And nothing to do
And him
And her
And what else
Then I realized,
my desire is dark
And somehow hollow,
Somehow desperate,
Somehow constantly
Missing the past.
“Being II: Soul”
Where does it belong,
This heavy soul without
Mass?
The body is barely
Dragging it around.
The body is
Not merely a carrier of
This massive, loud,
Wild,
Intolerably wishful,
Spoiled soul.
But a mind of its own?
What else
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