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sepearation_of_soul_and_state
the awful truth As i walk the streets at night
The things i see disturb the mind
but what never takes the blame is
the endlessness you can't explain

this great expanse inside your gut
is very separate from the brain
and more the mind is locked
inside a closet door that has no name

within the coils of the mass
that helps you think and walk and pass
judgements on the day
there lies the things i think

the door is closed and maybe hacked
a big old gash from ten years back
when you broke it with that ax
you'd found inside your violent side

and inside this little room
some piled cardboard boxes which don’t move
thriving cobwebs make a silken shield
to cover everything I feel

And where the feelings do not dwell:
Inside my heart, my body’s hell.
It does its job and beats and pumps away and keeps me well
But beyond that
It’s a shell

The soul suggests what the mind supposes
And
The mind abandons what the heart opposes
But
What touches hearts might not come close to souls and
The soul is separate from all the heart’s holes

And the soul is breathing when the mind is working
The mind is sleeping while the heart is burning
And when the heart is icy dry well
This is the time of the soul divine.

The soul is separate from the body and mind
The spirit and the heart often collide
And the median is the thinking brain
But it often dwells on the sad heart’s pain

The trick is to separate
The love from rationale and hate and
Fear from longing and longing from dreaming
Dreaming from being
And being from seeing

The overlapping edges will wreak havoc on the soul
Which is the most important; the spirit and the soul
The heart is weak and often mislead and
The mind spends far too much time inside its head
But
The soul is living
The soul is breathing
Your soul is dying
Just stop receiving
The blurry static
From other senses
Your soul is calling you
To be defenseless
Your mind is saying
Listen to your heart
Your heart is saying
The soul’s much too far away
To be paid attention
Tell it to fuck off
That cliff is calling
Come on lets jump off
But the soul is silent
It contemplates
And it says to you, hours later;
Look how you wait. 		061206
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