On Soul
Tranquil among our shouts –
locked in man,
separated upon demise of the body,
activated for its lonely existence.
It is as a storage disk of software,
containing all the data,
but it needs to be animated
to exists on its own
and it can be instilled again,
taking body’s possession,
accomplishing in its existence
the wholeness of being.
Copyright © Art Wielgus | Year Posted 2017
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