Blind Soul

by Courtney Brown

Blind Soul, bound in a case
stuck in its Flesh box
prison boundaries
hear
touch
see
taste
smell....
The boundaries of meat.

Blind soul, entangled,
bound within fickle orgy of
music and thunder
caress and fist
sunrise and slum
sugar and lemon
perfume and stench.

Snared by genes,
Blind Soul fights to pierce the veil
of sensory cacophony
that hides even the knowledge
of Being.

Blind Soul, until the joke ends
with that inevitable awakening,
the death of birth
and the birth of death
the loss of sense-self
and the gain of other self
when Kansas goes bye bye
and cadaverous remains go deep.