Soul Spotting

Soul Spotting

Seven times seventy

Or was it seven hundred

One forty four by seven

Or was it divided by three

Lets call it a bit of overlap

Or almost so

The air makes me sick

Of this arithmetic of life

I smell death in the smile of another

Yet cannot see nor smell myself

I think to myself

I am overwhelmed

Or so it is

Or so it seems

Or so it can be

Or so it will be

Life is uncertain

How does one process the stigma attached to disease

The uncertainties of life itself

It can all be so very confusing and overwhelming huh

Perhaps someday we can build again, better together