soul:
(((Heart)448,000mph (speed of solar system))ht)(F)/
()(G≠ God)(Gravity)
or Ocean.



ht - Heartbeats/hour
F - Friction
G - Gravitational force

soul:
(((Heart)448,000mph (speed of solar system))ht)(F)/
(G(m1m2/(r)2)(G≠ God))
or Ocean.



ht - Heartbeats/hour
F - Friction
G - Gravitational force
m1 - mass of object 1
m2 - mass of object 2
r - distance between centers of the masses

Renaissance art rigors, the designs of an accordion
Universe heaving with circuitry
(Imagine what the stars are plugged into..
We know, memory)
Designed to get me reason,
inventory and

The grass rises wild,
flowers blasting
from the poets grave but
He did dream of cosmos fisherman
and is casting.

Nights render like drawings
When we only have the charcoal chalk and
Make do with Memory...
Except for the sky, where Gods thoughts
are exploding.
I pretend my skins were sails, or
Time’s leftover stitching meant for heartstrings 
But for the bones,
Alabaster dice, stenotypewriter keys machining the
bottom taps of ribs dug up a thousand years on
And thought to carry wings

The first chore of consciousness is to
remember that it is darkness,
and that some of that darkness is bone.  
Its these molecules that grew tired from all the fuss of Gravity
and slowed,
and built a circular cathrdral and
from it cast long outreaches ******* more
but its not enough so there is skin, sailed between
and catching breath for the movement dreamed.

The music never catches rhythm
Scaffolded Sky never takes hold
The words begin to leak stars between them
The music is only gravity, and nearly as old