Beyond All Reckoning

The soul’s a sort of prankster.

It walks with you ostensibly to ease your angst or

lend a lift to your penumbral views

but really it’s got other news

that hasn’t much to do with who you think is you.

It doesn’t give a Frankish sou

for your lugubrious emotions –

or even your exuberant devotions

should they happen to arrive.

The point for it is to become alive

beyond all reckoning.

It needs you for that job. That’s why it’s beckoning.












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