Purged of faith

the soul despairs
when forced to ask,
what is a soul
a concrete answer
eludes us
Is this because our soul is fluid?
or because the idea of a soul is the result
of anthropocentric delusions of grandeur?
Can we call the results of
prescribed fantasies,
false instructions,
misleading guidance…
delusions?
They are not the result of your
own poor reasoning.
There are the product of
another’s inability to peer into the infinite in solitude,
void of comfort.

In adolescence truth and illusion blend together
the _[edges] of reality are blurred.

how to use:

as common as carbon is a poetic stream of consciousness.
there are 3 categories of “poems”:

(i) heteroglossic synesthesia (complete poems)
(ii) hobonyms (words with no homes)
(iii) mind jerky (thoughts to chew on)

after reading a poem you have 3 options to “turn the page”

“RANDOM” – takes you to a random poetic expression
#hastags – take you to another random poem with the same theme or motif
#category – takes you to a random poem in the same category

“no one can step in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and they are not the same person” – possibly Heraclitus

just as no one can step in the same river twice, no one can have the same experience of “as common as carbon” twice