salad in the making (20170109)

we fill up the room
like eggs coming to a boil
in a stainless steel pot
jostling one another
breaking our skins
escaping into
salty water
hardening into thin ribbons

the sulfur smell
that is us
the bits of calcified shell
that are us
we float in salty water
we bounce and break
our centers harden
little suns
gone still

the egg and the soul (20161122)

the soul is egg-shaped
tethered to the earth
by seven cords
and seven cords ascend into
the heavens

the research isn’t complete
do those cords simply wrap around
and meet one another
where the universe ends
or are up and down
actual directions

if the connections are cut above
or if they wither
those below thicken
the soul becomes dense
and sluggish
those with this condition may
live a full life
but they are dead though they breathe

if the cords below are severed
death is immediate
but the soul will not be
strong enough to ascend
and will crack, leak, dissolve

the mystery then
how do the cords become
thin as a single strand
of spider silk
until they disappear in harmony
taking the egg with it