Can human things happen to the soul? Is there a way of understanding that Is plain-hearted and without shame Why Does the heart whimper a bit, rattled around When at the winter grocer your hands droop And dip as you smudge up the cracker packets? Years from now buried a thousand meters below are the wide, airy Parking lots I spent my days stuttering across And once made my home Can human things happen to my soul As Each night I am To relive, relive, renew and endure Muttering through muted mouth (As if trying to remember) One…two… clap, repeat
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