Sunday, January 21, 2024

AMY'S INSECTS


Amy's insects are crawling

singing softly by night

chattering by day

what in their wisdom

are these ancient ones 

trying to say?


Much effort it takes to listen.

But the sense at last appears:


"Thomas!" they say (for now it is

perfectly clear)

"A. You don't have a soul--

but, B. That's OK:

You don't really need one!


So don't freak out."





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