Lemurian Gypsy Camp

On the Hole of it

Roasting a hole
is a conundrum of sorts,
akin to drinking an ulum;
i.e., the part that’s gone
or never was.

Perhaps it is like the soul,
unseen – but known
by the spiraling circle
of spiritual yearning
and human frailty –
but tasty none the less…

but, hopefully never roasted;
unless Source likes it that way.