I do not have a soul.
I am a soul in action
as my body moves
in nervous syncopation
with a brain . . . nous . . . psyche . . .
Mind how goes a soul
forming organs fit for theorems
poetry and love and then, as if
by cell and synapse, thinks
to wonder at it all.
Or so I am.
Therefore I know
we are not so simply
so much
animated dust.
