BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection

this one's shit

the rains are the

tears of the earth,

just as the clouds

are its eyes.

the water that flows

down from the mountain

returns to the sea

through soil.

all things return

to their proper place

in time, except for

the soul.

once born,

the soul

begins its

evaporation.

from the moment

a soul is born

it begins to die,

creating time.

it is the soul who

makes past, present,

future.

time is like water,

dispersed and shaped

in space.

like the mountain

cause and effect

guide time, past,

and present.

the future is

the sea, untamed

and unknowable.

as the sea lies

in wait for the

stream so too does

infinity await the

depletion of the

soul.