bottles are clearly marked
return for deposit
once the silicone and titanium
formaldehyde and mortician’s wax
has seeped out of us
when we are no longer anything
but mulch
is that our recycling
or does the soul
–if it even exists–
does the soul undergo
some other process
some forge that burns off memories
and with them grief and guilt
does it hurt
I love this! I’ve often questioned if our souls exist in the way we learn from our religion. Do we leave our body enlightened or do we suffer from the dark memories we can’t let go? Your poem reminds me of Seneca, a Roman philosopher who wrote how our souls are driven by four emotions: pleasure, pain, desire, and fear. Anyway, sorry for this rambling response! I just found your words philosophical and fascinating.
I love that philosophy. You can distill it further into a a very basic reading of Freudianism, where every impulse is either a desire to join with something or to separate from it. I figured every emotional state and every act come out of that basic binary position.
Thanks for writing back! I love our little talks.
❤
steam rises from my barcode as
the heat rises
my flesh bursting into flames
bony fragments sifted from ash
create one tiny pixel
in the greater QR code
Very nice! I hate it when I spontaneously combust. Love the technological threads woven in there.
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I want the worms
To return to the earth
Hey crow
How goes it
As Sheldon Always
Sheldon, my friend, how are you? I’ve been peeking in at your site.
the worms
they always return
to the earth
unless
the early bird
catches them
I’m still flying as crow
Keep those wings dry!
Wow. This really choked me up. By the time I got to the profound last line, I was fighting back tears.
Thank you for writing and sharing this.
Thank you so much. I’m glad (and a little surprised) that it was able to move you like that. 😀