What if the real soul
was the one of a madman,
endless
like the sky
unbridled
other than when it's asleep
without lies
except when it's quiet?
Then I'd be afraid of that soul,
I'd feel like a rudderless boat
in a stormy sea.
Yet
the highest waves
are only in the oceans
while the reason
prefers to sail in lakes.

October 19, 2017
From the collection "The soul glasses"
Copyright 2020 Gianfranco Aurilio