Small Octave

SMALL OCTAVE

The streets are riddled with the salvation of others, 

those whom I know not but they know me.. 

They beckon with messages full of a cold, crisp VOID.. 

But they can not take what they can not find, 

and that is any of either of two things: 

A) my soul - if it existeth not
 B) my soul - if it existeth and thus not being mine to give or to be taken

 - out of reach, unaprehendable, unattainable.

by Maria MFA Costa