** All Through Soul Flows**
A sewer or aqueduct
My soul channels life's experiences
Both the pure and sweet
The first time doings
Exhilaration of naïve completion
And the darker sorrowful seeds
The demands a craven heart needs
The deceits and follies ignorant
Dire corruptions repugnant
The days of too much wine
Looser thoughts and actions non divine
Through the soul all does flow
And I wonder whence it goes
Do I escape unstained by this current tainted
Am I by time undone or completed
Is soul a simple filter without regard
For what flows through good or bad
For what flows sad or joyous bright
Does my soul at what flows through
Turn diamond brilliant or pitch black as night.
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