Sometimes...

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Sometimes

you can feel it in the music.

hear it in your head.

hold it in your heart.

sometimes with your angry arms

raised up high

sometimes it feels like fingers tearing

renting the sky.

What's behind the veil?

What exists and is beyond what it is?

Knowledge in a physical synapse

can not reach beyond to touch

what some call God.

what if we could tear a hole in time?

Reach in and grab it's guts

squishing wet between numb fingers.

What would be foretold in the twisted

slips we would pull?

Can we reach beyond mind

or are we just electrical pulses

along physical points in a physical brain?

What if personality isn't really soul

but just genetic chemical paths;

preferred neurons  firing

over and over giving us the illusion

of 'I'?

Reviews

[Beccy]

So much is out of reach to us; so little we really know about the why, the how; whether in fact, we really do exist other than in the mind.

What if, indeed.

Beccy.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Wow an intellectual and imaginative poem indeed that I admire for muse wondering and awesome rhyming. The diction impressive too. Kudos.

Soo nice to read from u again, would like your great thoughts on my latest poem too, pleez, on suicide.

[Emily B]

I like this. Glad I happened by.

[Mark]

Thank you for reading. I keep meaning to edit this one, as I don't quite like it.

[Coyote Poetry]

So many questions asked. So many answers. I believe. Each of us decide our path. Good or bad. This poem left the reader with something to ponder. I believe we rarely test our limits. Thank you Mark for sharing the outstanding poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote