Noumenon Poem by Patti Masterman

It's difficult separating out
the soul of things from the substance;
Are you part of the house, or it part of you?

Do you live inside of the furniture too,
A trapped spirit residue residing forever,
like crystal in stone?

This wasted covering on the floor that I am nearly afraid
to tred- how do you you not lie within, mere molecules
That fell away, as you walked these walls?

I don't want to throw a single piece of you away
Fearing it will sing in it's lonely solitude forever
Miles away where I will never know to go.