Dangle, Dangle, It All Dissembles
Dangle, dangle, it all dissembles,
all my threads, all the parts
of my life here in the wilderness . . .
as if the more I try to hold
myself to one identity,
the more I unravel and eclipse
into other men, other souls . . .
oh, it is not I who would think
to go beyond the mortal threads
of this flesh, of this soul, oh,
it is some other function of the self.
Round and round, we all tumble
round the globe of our souls,
we all spiral throughout
the universe of souls,
humble, humble . . .
and the more we learn to let go,
the more we conspire to dissemble,
the more we choose to be at rest
with the purpose of our souls.
This is how it goes,
this simple thought,
this tiny glimpse
that I usually forget
then always have to think
my way back.
- Ward Kelley