Experiment 12
Sole
Sole
Fallen shoes sit on the feet of a dead mind.
The spirit is gone.
The leather is semi-dead:
Half alive.
The laces are dead. There never were any.
The sole is dead, killed by countless gravel.
The buckle is alive.
All the rest is at rest,
Or dragged along by a thoughtless foot
Trying to twist the buckle
And to annihilate whatever soul there was
In the dead shoe.