Monday, 5 August 2024

that’s soul there isn’t

 that’s soul there isn’t 


intellectualise my poetry 

and all you’ll get is ink on your hands

sit long in the words 

and maybe you’ll see where they came from

you’ll see what happens when thinking stops

when a feeling is all there is

you might even feel a stirring of your soul’s disbelief

for only a soul could write like this 

but there is no soul here

but me

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