Wednesday, 26 February 2020

My soul, where do you flow?


My soul, where do you flow?
Down!
Down to the river and hill,
by the road of nameless sorrow.

My soul, where do you flow?
Up!
Through the bitter throat of a dandellion,
to blow myself into the wind.

My soul, where do you flow?
Down!
By the mirror smooth
pubic glaciers or London girls.

My soul, where do you flow?
Up!
In the thick bush of network cables
looking for oblivion.

My soul, where do you flow?
In narrow old trenches,
down,
through the bog to Australia!

My soul, where do you flow?
In the spring of headless hens
up!
Knocking on the sky.

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