What if the soul was the hardest
\nof all substances?
\nAn igneous aftermath of fire.
\nAn indelible footprint of forever.
\nAnd what if it were not an atom
\nor anything smaller,
\nand not a galaxy or anything bigger,
\nbut lives outside dimension
\nand flows like blood.<\/p>\n
What if my fingers tremble
\nwith its electricity
\nthat lights no bulb or makes
\nlightning in the sky.
\nGathers all the memories of the world
\nin its transparency, and says,
\nI love you where your blood flows.
\nWhere you tremble me and throw me
\nlike a ball,
\ncaught by your gravity,
\nand held weightless in your eyes,
\nwhere we catch fire.
\nChildren of fire walking in the rain
\ndown somewhere street
\ncalled Love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What if the soul was the hardest of all substances? An igneous aftermath of fire. An indelible footprint of forever. And what if it were…<\/p>\n