We are looking for the soul.
A body reaches conclusion.

The body is life’s argument.
Argument has a conclusion.

Conclusions are fine music.
One hears just their sound.

There are more conclusions
Beyond this one ,like ripples.

There is not one conclusion
But ripples each stretching.

Ripples stretch like wailings
Creating horizons of sound.

(Reading Emily Dickinson’s poem “World is not conclusion”)