Living the Dream

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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