5 Rhythms – One Awkward Dialogue Between The Body and the Soul
Soul – “Space, would that I could find thy beating heart;
wouldst that thou and I could live as one,
a prison leaping into an open breath.”
(Body – “This joker always tries to have me on
ripping up the urgent letters that I send.”)
Then soul again – “But let me practise mine own death:
let me try to shovel out, beyond
the stacked-up invoices that he has left.
Listen to me.” Body – “No. This is just a con,
you bastard. You can only leave me once.”
Sam Hickford is a poet and journalist who is currently having a Julian of Norwich-esque visionary experience involving a computer screen, a tea-spoon, a flat-cap, and several yards of open space. His knavish scribblings have deigned to appear in The Guardian, The Tablet, Ink, Sweat & Tears and Amethyst Review
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