A body can only see a body
A soul can only see another soul
A spirit another spirit
They seem to act as independent
Forces and yet combine in us
In strange and ordinary ways
Each defending the primacy
Of its position the body
On probation the soul
Suspended between and the spirit
Clucking like a mother hen
A three-stringed violin
Recording memory's dissonance
The body playing only Bach
The soul taking off for Oregon
And the spirit whirling in a trance
Humming some old country hymn
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