EMANCIPATION 2
EMANCIPATION
The world of flesh is tightly bound
Sight, smell, touch, taste, sound
These five senses; mortal ground
Limit us around!
Sight slighted upon inquest
Smell blighted; put to test
Touch and taste, a moments jest
Sound, a narrow pitch at best.
And even with these limitations
Flesh requires vaccinations
All five senses must vacation
Nightly sleep their destination.
Still we hold tightly to the flesh
Our bodies but a chrysalis
Inside its cloak we are its guest
And silently, await our quest.
Brain within the flesh detours
Diverse routes toward all five lures
(Why our senses dull, demur?!)
Brain is trained to be obscure!
Mind within the brain matures
Racing past the brain's detours
Direction focused, sharper, truer
Mind moves past the flesh's lures.
Soul within the mind can tour
Yet, mind does not the soul procure
The Soul invokes the mind to cure
The Spirit soul is pure.
We writhe within the pupa state
The changes from our flesh-bound trait
The Universe our pristine state
Our essence free, one day to mate!
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