.............Working Title Poem by Douglas Scotney

Above and below No soul can know What floats upon its sea Or, with or without the flotsam......you are absolutely right dear poet.

(cont.) Lost At Sea: Soul Of A Sole? Amidst the flotsam, plastic and wood, I bared my soul as a good fish should. My eyes stared from one side of my head; not seeing 'both sides' filled me with dread at times. I wished to mate with a cute swimming sole, but she flipped me off, saying Let me go, Soul, for you are not a fish of flesh, but a spirit only! Now, amidst the flotsam, I'm a Soul of Sole, lonely. : ( bri :)

oh, six years ago Danny said Existentialism! ! ! no wonder i'm lost! ! BUT i like it. to MyPoemList. Now, let's see if i understand this whole soul thing is about! (cont.)

Existentialism. We can not know us as we seek to know. We may seek us and only slowly grow and devulge as we know and expose ourselves and our private places are laid bare, so we may infer self knowledge with the delusion of understanding and care. But we as carnal victims, primal and base are slave unto the lesser, and cannot but aspire to ascend. Distant descendants may sport and perpetuate, as incremental or accidental variation amends. Flow to grow, to hope to know, project without contemporaries condoned by conservatives confounding anachronistic euphemisms to see and be. We are and always will be, we do not resign, and offer no measure. Extricate ourselves from finite days and breathe an essence unto anticipated pleasure.