The Address of the Soul
Inside the skull is spirit’s home. Soul
Inhabits brain. Protected by thick bone,
The insubstantial essence floats. A scroll
Of hardened jellylike gray is its lone
Account, its empire. Spirit is a monk,
The head its hermitage. Soul has no need
For wider realms. Soul does not need heart’s trunk,
Too easily broken into. The creed
Of spirit is to swell, but stay inside
The highest storey of the human tower.
Your spirit, restful or deranged, is tied
With ganglia and thought to feeling’s power.
..There’s still this one idea that is numbing:
….All beneath the mind is merely plumbing.