Charcoal Grey

My first car was a hearse.
I expect that it will also be my last.
This continuity, strangely, is comforting.
It has shaded my soul.
Charcoal Grey is
more than a colour swatch option.
So I walk.
To show I am alive, and
to lengthen the journey
between pick up points.

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Bargain for Life

I do not own my soul
It isn’t even new but freshly cleansed
and recycled before becoming
bonded with me for a full life term.
Without an option on a second.
I could not tell you the cost
as, of the transaction,
I am blissfully unaware.
In this life anyway.
I think. No, I believe, that a soul,
for us, is nothing but a life token.
A passive recorder of our existence.
What you do with this life and how
you end up losing it, is down to you.

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