art & soul incorporated
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my breath was up for sale.
Love is expensive
indifference - free.
Infinity leaves a pale contrail.
I'm the indiscriminate,
a rumble of flight paths and tin canned souls,
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,
a tap on the window that rattles the pane
and a 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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