Soul Music
The ease with which we catch a cold,
Or hold, or up, or ball;
A numbers game in nature that,
Bar none, affects us all.
Gravity and friction
Games that everyone can play.
No need for predilection,
Don’t let rules get in the way.
Sit back and close your eyes
As Mama Nature calls the roll,
And contemplate the searing
Mathematics of the Soul.
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