The soul is not a soul,
Has no secret, is small, and it fits
Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention.
Expecting rain, the profile of a day
Wears its soul like a hat....
The soul establishes itself. But how far can it swim out through the eyes And still return safely to its nest?
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