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Soul
by Uriel TovarIs it flesh
Or that lingering memory
Lying within
A fading image in the background
Of a city’s landscape
A lost stranger in the hazy glow
Bleeding onto the street
Or a ghost
Lost spirit
In the world of machines
Lingering before the controls
Questioning place
And authority
Purpose and reason
Acknowledging only that it
Is.
07/20/2013 Posted on 07/20/2013
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 07/21/13 at 04:28 AM the answer is yes |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/21/13 at 11:57 AM Nice write Uriel! It is amazing how little we know about things we cannot put our fingers on or point to after all these years of thought. Or, maybe not. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/31/13 at 05:30 PM What Rob said. This was good, good stuff, as always. |
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