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I Sold My Soul To The Universe

I gazed a stare to the man who sold the world

I Sold My Soul To The Universe

Gazing a stare to the man who sold the world
I realised then, my soul was already sold to the universe
A place where the future is already told
To a being who drinks the spirits of children who already know.

We think we are free
Like the crow feasting on death
Like a cow grazing in the field
Drunk on vivid chartreuse blades of nourished lush.

We think too much
We dream of a world free from cupidity
All we want is a moment of opportunity
Gorged on feelings of trust
Which can never be too much.

Tricked by an offering to be everything of want
Selling souls seemed easy enough
While entering a world offering way too much.

Seeing all
With no way out
Beyond an unfamiliar realm
All we can do is pretend.

The universe awaits my return
But what will I look like without no soul?
A burden of overwhelming concern.

Only one man knows,
The man who sold the world.


Photo by Alexander Andrews

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david irvine

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