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Ward Kelley
Atoms of the Soul
The soul is made of moods, for which, one would think,
there are no physical components . . . for what are the parts
of peace or hatred? Yet these moods shift under the body's
skin, and we become a moved person; it's clear the passions
are carried by the blood, and if this red substance can sustain
the moods, like winds will push sails, these moods must have
a fabric. Using the neutron microscope that is the poem, we can
see the threads of the fabric, then the molecules of the very flax
then -- turning the poem more keenly -- the atoms reveal themselves.
There, on our slide, we find every thought, every impression and
feeling, every word uttered or written in every life we ever endured . . .
yet all of them are asleep on this side of death, dreaming of moods.
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