from An Amateur’s Guide to the Invisible World
The soul holds your relics
in an invisible vault
Once crafted by clever dwarves
whose fingers deftly served
A magnificence that
they refused to name.
Some say that’s because the soul
can’t be defined.
While the skeptics say that
the soul is just a rumor.
But occasionally,
the vault creaks open
Like the mouth of an old man
asleep in his chair dreaming