Soul Book

March 16, 2011
My soul
I love
And hold dear
Is a never-ending
Of a book

Each chapter
A different language
A different code
Needed to decipher it
Each individual
Yet dependent
On teh whole

Some chapters
Are short
Some easy
To translate
To discover
Some thought
Or dream
I had long since hidden
Deep within

As always though
Words are lost
In translation
Even I
Will never know
The true meaning
And depth
To each piece
Of my book
Of my soul

Each translation
Unsettles me
Shakes the foundations
My world is built upon
And sometimes I see
Pieces of my soul
Are better off
Never translated

Sometimes maybe
It is better
To keep secrets
From yourself

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