It’s Good We Have No Soul Inside Us
It’s good we have no soul inside us. What
A crowd there’d be if it were otherwise.
Each capillary has a megawatt
Of passion in its tiny tunnel. Cries
Of pumping silence pulse along our veins–
And arteries are nuclear in force
Of love. Attempting to gauge the heart strains
Calculation’s limits. Pegasus horse
Power gives gyring wings to synapses, nerves,
Most especially in a brain seized up
With lust. They go jangling along the curves
Of wonderment that fill this fleshy cup.
. .Just where would some intrusive soul fit in?
…..(I haven’t mentioned swelling space for sin.)