Song for a soul
By Parson Thru
More strange than any page of fiction
Deeper and more raw than all the words
of Sophocles, Shakespeare or Stoppard
More beautiful and out of reach than Saturn
More searing than a razor's cut through fingertips
Reaching through the flesh to touch upon my soul
it breaks my heart
Opens up my eyes and keens my nerves
It has no name, no face
It simply is
Blah, blah, blah, more bollocks.
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