A soul
is the damage a body inflicts
on the spirit inhabiting it. What once
was so pure, perfect and featureless
has become as it grows mature,
and you grow into it, so much more
featureful - and less
pure: so how
does it fit?
Do you soar
above yourself, disdaining
this realm, or sink
beneath without care
or qualm, or just go
on and on, and on
and on
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