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Once born

my breath was up for sale.

Love's expensive and indifference - free.

No matter.

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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