They walk, around and around,
bags at their hips
eyes glazed in expressionless
searching.
Many souls lost
in the need to spend in
futile attempts to acquire
necessities
from nonexistent symbolism
earned in miniature lifetimes.
This and that, purchased with
souls
carried in arms fattened or deprived
of true love for the
selfless acts of giving, not
taking.
Once home again with the
useless materialism taken in
temporary joy, the sorrow takes
everything.
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