Knowing Your Soul

I carry a card.
It's  for identification only,
With an address which places my soul-
Such an explosive and passionate thing-
Inside of a twenty square foot tunny
With one door to the "outside"
And the other to the "inside."
The weight of living on the inside is measured in
Tin capsules, papers of stained glass,
Which authority on the inside dictates I swallow.
I must, for if I don't,
The weight will not build,
And I will be weightless,
Untied from the groundings' of not the parent, but the people-
The iron links of bonds I forged with specters
Who purge the world of freewill.
The ones which force the weight to build,
To fling a torrential rain of steel pellets which plummet inside our bones,
Jabbing at the materials underneath our skin with an immunization for living.
A sickness:
They slump the dead believers onto the sleeping to make them dwindle from the weight,
To teach them how to sink into faceless disconnection.
We tumble,we faint, we pass out, we sink and we die in a trickle which
Runs from the seam of their stockings.
And the weight clutches the throats of every single one:
The soul forced to drown inside of a pill made of molten uranium.
It is disposable, usable, and expendable.
After all, the soul, to some, is only matchstick light.
Its roots are fresh and easy to pull from the frame of your pelvis.
They prod it with blazing fingers, thick with greed, fat from blindness
To wrench the soul from the very veins inside your muscles.
And they will shred it if they must, the will make lacerations inside your tendons
In the hopes it will cripple your mind.
Your soul will be deadened by the weight,
A precise amount equal to 63,045,911 lead-filled caskets.
All the people that held a string inside your body
Are connected,sewn into the fabric of your liver, heart, and lungs.
But the connection is weightless:
Energy formulated from spirits,thoughts,
And weekly trips to the loneliest place in the world-
Where everyone meets for the same reason,
Where no one speaks.
The sounds that come from our mouths are not the meaningful things.
They weigh 5 British pounds inside of a leather coin purse.
The consciousness weighs 640 pounds at the time of the choice,
But its weight lifts as the consciousness seeps into your soul
And wipes out the weight of a nation.