Your Soul
So who is this Soul that you sing of?
This silent witness
Who counts the leaves off of trees
instead of gathering them?
Then raking them into a funerary circle,
Into a giant pile, your better self will fall from,
Or jump into?
Up to your eyeballs,
Up to your own little crown of thorns.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
Your Soul
So who is this Soul that you sing of?
This silent witness
Who counts the leaves off of trees
instead of gathering them?
Then raking them into a funerary circle,
Into a giant pile, your better self will fall from,
Or jump into?
Up to your eyeballs,
Up to your own little crown of thorns.
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