The Consolation of the Soul

After all the doors have had their handles
twisted off. After all the roads out to the lake
have been erased. (Leaving me stranded)
After we have stood and faced
what it is

that we aren't capable of calling you,
Soul, come, and sit with me.
I need an arm,
a bit of flesh,
to lean my weight upon.

You dont refuse an old man
it? A moment ago I was young
and building -
Then the raucous vacuum
came and orchestrated the renewal
of the dark. It meant to.
Oh, it feels that it meant to
do that to you.

Come, then, let me touch your face
so you can know
you are.

And we shall lean again into the wind -
Soul, do you hear me
calling down the funnel?-

the dark and ravishing wind.