Who knows what
the soul is?
Does it fly up to heaven
when you die,
or does it die, too?
(Or is that
your spirit?)
Is your soul
what you feel
when you move to the
beat,
and
you
gaze
upon the pink, glowing sunset?
Or when loss
grips your heart like a
vise?
Maybe.

This I do know:
that without body,
there is no
soul.