the mail-shelf is full
so is my inbox
the bank accounts have more going in than ever
and more going out than ever
my days are full and disappear into themselves
i have substituted soul risk
for perceived socially expected risk
and i will not receive a soon to be ousted penny
for my thoughts or on the interest accrued on my soul
that is lost with the 10-year old boy i was
the one that sat on the well and cared about the world
more than he cared about the world's opinion
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