The Soul Of Man Poem by Julia Luber

Perhaps it is a story….done through presentation and form.
A wet one…like they did in the olden days: a liquid self distrust-
uncertain how to contemplate oneself and instead turning to that
thing called life-a story surfacing itself through time and yet by
preemptive accounts and control: a decision has been made to set
this story firm. Fecund and complex in tone and renovation: It none-
the less takes hold before fluid meant an auto-erotic and narcissistic,
selfish correspondence with The Soul of Man. Let's dictate-Wo! ! This
is a strong one- it toys with psyche/soul and flirts to make marriage
a decision for real of a primal master-an overlord who can not restrain
themselves from suggesting force of power, force of will, force of trust
and force of thrill. Luminescence, irridescence- shrewdly gloating, "Because
it works. Cause life can be tough. But if it works, it's a lot less rough than
making everything and anything completely off the cuff. Let this one stand-
let this be real. My well meaning, sound determination is what you shall
see and feel." Let love glow, let Truth good show, show, show, show, show.
Let male and female ever so cleverly be one.For you love it dearly.