Matryoshka - All Poems To The Deep

My body is a slave to the world
But my soul is in a unique dream bus
On a plane - on a ship - on a train
He's a real captain
Is a machinist
It's a plot
And he is a ruthless driver..

While my hands and feet are processing your slavery
My soul is a carefree traveler everywhere
East to west
From the atlantic coast
in the atlantic ocean
To the indian ocean
From the southern ocean
To the arctic ocean
Where history lies dead
To that silent land
And beyond
From the limit of limitation
To the infinity of limitlessness...

From the sun once god
From the god of the moon
From ancient greek gods
From egyptian gods
Up to the Sumerian gods
Even further
To the most primitive ages
And that water-filled asteroid
A dead sand without a lifeless light
Hitting our world
Until life starts
So far
My soul will go away
While my hands and feet are working, in captivity...

Thousands of words and sentences
From anthropology
To the science of the soul
From history to psychology
From philosophy to sociology
From economics to many sciences
He thinks of those thousands of words and phrases written
This spirit wanders there
Whereas my body
In one place
Planet blind
This body keeps running
he's a modern slave

But the soul
So actually my mind power
In all his skill
With all his might
Doesn't want to stop in slavery and
It goes deep...

Topic(s) of this poem: deep

Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2020

Form: Prose Poem

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