when you see some
ordinary thing, that
makes you want to sing,
like the shadows of parking
meters dancing in the
streetlights
faces staring out
from dried weeds
in the sidewalk
the hundreds of floating
candles in the
sky,
this means you have
a human soul
and no part can be
bought or sold
and no machine can understand
the freckles on your face
or the wrinkles in your hands.
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