art & soul incorporated
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my breath was up for sale.
Love's expensive and indifference - free.
Infinity leaves its pale contrail but I'm the indiscriminate.
Like a rumble of flight paths and tin canned souls
and the sheet that has lifted and taken its toll.
I'm a cluster of moments with no place to go,
a tireless movement with nothing to show,
dizzy with busy and packed full of shout,
and that cold stony kiss; frozen in doubt.
I'm the fly-blown carcass of someone's ideas
at a funeral brimmed with obligatory tears.
A procession of habit just trying to fit in
and the saint that has nothing to offer but sin.
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