The human soul
Never let me turn to dust,
to any solid matter,
nor must anyone
with spirits born to soar.
The flame of creativity
can never be defined nor earthed,
the body instruments of sensual perception
is a language of misunderstandings,
while the feelings only tell the truth.
So never make me solid,
never try to pin me down
by making me definable,
for I will but defy all definition
being what I am,
a soul that never can be ordinated
to fit in; but must remain
perpetually free forever
to survive at all.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-04-23 at 17:43
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