a piece of paper.

Fabricated cracks;
Are wasted,
Are worn,
Are mended.
And washing away attention is blasphemous.

It's redemption, diverted;
Caught in rain,
Wind in hair,
With eternity on hold.

All of people,
All of souls,
All of dreams;
Sold out on a past.
And sticking to plans is a sinful verdict.

The heart can sell.
The soul can sin.
And the senses can fathom it all.

(sinful, digital output 2007)