The Soul Mates

 

but if you ever had seven soul mates or eight

where did your own soul hide

you could have a soul or two but just had one head instead

oh - no! you just have one now, the one, the only one, your true soul mate

no need to read its writing but if you just hear its singing

but you can’t - it’s not countable, your present “soul mate”

with or without a face, blue or red - now you’ve just found your rhythm

the heart starts to beat with a beat you once tried to get

actually you don’t need to respond, you have just read

a poem that already got your eyes wet

now let’s start to talk about the language of art and

literacy and something called a crap, you are to forget

but you no longer need to find a soul mate

your soulmate is not countable, haing an eye that is bigger than a pearl bead

but smaller than a bird’s head...

no need to mention that you’re waiting for a crap system being crapped again

constructing no structures regardless of cultures and even a pod made of yellow clay

now you may have known all you’re bubbling about was

 

that a soul mate could just be read by the other soul mate 

 

                                                                                     -Mz