Yap, things

that thing you've been calling a soul
doesn't belong to anyone
not even myself
when it's right there holded on the arms
of two irreverent kids
who will only put them in
amusing danger
the thing - soaked wet warm -
you've been calling a consciousness
has no longer place between
the flacid stretched skin and flesh
of crossed bodies
the thing you've been calling myself
has no longer a meaning here
at this earth, solid space
commonly called for social integration
coherency
lucidity
human stupidity
it's time for the landing place
to prepare itself
and shot a plane
up to the sky
to get things where they are called right
without misspellings
no wrong soles, no guilty unpleasured consciousness, no identidies or names or cruel independency
and particularization
there'll be a bunch new unity up there
the thing you've been calling liberty
you've been saying it all wrong, pour kid
its only nostalgia and melancholia