In the market of the Souls
our selves and selves worth comes with values
some pronounce them as sacred living temples
guise as in the embodiment of the benevolent Creator
some voices abound that its but a mere spiritless casing
so varied in form and frame defying uniformity universal
to each the charges and expressions of comprehension upheld
in the array of minds and perchance without its theirs to know
and what good to me to bare and lay my value to sundry and all
to sully a temple with hosts far and near in the worship debauchee
a fleeting assail on the senses in probing assault while others await
on my stall there are no common goods to to picked and pawed by all
no bargain-bucket for buyers to rummage through at closings in dark
its no gainsay to the believers of spreading armor as gifts to disciples
yours to you as your values and esteem seeks to live with your souls
fools they are to hail its greed to keep the sanctity of the soul and self
in reverent union with just a one that nourishes passions pure, true, sincere and loyal