How does one excavate the words form the soul?
How does one excavate the soul from the words?
How does one reach deep down into the muddy substance of being
to extract the beautiful flower which is promised to grow from there?
Plunge your hands into the bloody flesh
like a surgeon operating on the heart
but take the gloves off
how life is pulsating under your fingers,
how vulnerable all this humanness is.
Do you know what you are doing –
or are you just pretending?