Baggage

If there is a soul,
soul you are a boat
if the heart is quartered
like a compass
heart, the boat waits
for you. 

mind, you know too 
much of this planet
of scorching things
and clever words. 
my shopping cart is
full of shit and deserves
a kick. 

I have no mind. 
hands have held
dust and stuffed it in
this mouth. hands
what do you have to
say for yourselves?

feet, are you tired of
circles yet? 

eyes, point the way
please. you know
the truth about heavy
water. yes the sea 
is needed to set things
right. surrender, feet. 
head, any hat will do. 
face, I'd have a word with you
to your face. 

Durga, I'm so confused
by all these parts you 
gave me, too many,
most no good 
for crossing the sea.
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