SWEETSWORDS

sweetswords/ soul 3  

wick and wax,
the burning of life,
with or without light,
what mind knows so does soul,
but light knows more than heat.

Mind your step,
Adam said to his ant progeny,
As they climb his rib cage.

He weeps and weeps, thinking how.
With this tiny feet they will run tomorrow,
if they can't stand now.
But now as the blade runner is nominated for two oscars.
Artificial life without soul gives fresh look to,
lions mane and kitten's whiskers.
Where not one individual but as unit.
Humans moves solar system on his head,
where dung beetle does shiit.      


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