Soul3

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Oct 19, 2026 

Soul.
Origin.
Hominin
development.
Evolution.
Long road.
Soul’s
origin.
Manifestation.
Critical
mass.
Complex
enough.
Receiver
grows
tuned
to
creation’s
vibe.
When?
How long?
Distance
past.
Ancient
fog.
When death
became real.
Thus
realized,
noticed.
Soul,
essence
emerges.
As the
receiver
lights up.
Pump
primed.
So
emerges
the soul.

 

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