This corpus still breathes the air
The heart still beats to the rhythm
The eyes still invite the light in
The soul hasn't left for any kingdom.
What comes in never come out
No circulation, No reconciliation
What comes in never comes out
No sensation
This ghost is not ready to wander
Love still warms this longing soul
Emotions bound like anchor to the floor
a puzzle wanting to be whole.
What comes in never come out
No circulation, No reconciliation
What comes in never comes out
No sensation
A tongue dry with thirst
a stomach waiting with hunger
Arteries and veins begging for blood
If only life could be much longer
What comes in never come out
No circulation, No reconciliation
What comes in never comes out
No sensation...No connection
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The Atrium
PoesíaAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
