“Notes From the Above Ground, Underground”…

What I have can’t be borrowed,

Begged, stolen or bought.

It’s not a soul

Everyone doesn’t have one of those.

It’s a life force

That comes from chemicals

And electric shocks

A nervous

Chatter in the mind of the universe

Your center is the center

Of the world proper

Your heart is the sun

Blazing into the moon

And igniting space

The mind is a vortex

A wormhole

A field beyond time

The mind is a nexus

That fills the body

With feelings

Sensations

Energy and light

The soul is nothing

But an abandoned

Architecture

But the mind is a mind

That is an unfolding

Of patterns

And juice

That makes

Love so real

You cannot grasp it

Even if you

Light it

With a

Match.