What Does Any of That Have to Do With This

On What Remains When Ideas Meet a Body

Things have been learned here.
I am a soul, working out eternity.
There is no self.
Your self can, must be 10x’d.

I find myself walking today.
Heel, toe.
Air into the lungs, then out.
Arms know what to do.

What does any of that have to do with this?

nothing answers.

Sometimes a companion walks alongside.
An unquestioned feeling—
I am not okay.

This, it seems, might have to do with all that.

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