The Settling in of a Champagne Soul

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The Settling in of a Champagne Soul

In a room that smells like a sneeze, I found my soul.
Jazz seeped into my skin.
Settling in.
Baking.
Taking.
Burning.
Making.
I came as a sinner with hate in the making.
And yet I'm partaking
In the grand unbreaking
Of what lies within.

I grin
For a moment and catch myself
Detach myself
From the wars I didn't begin.
But what lies within
Doesn't take to beating.

Repeating
The same song every day.
And I pray --for the chance
To take control
Make it slow
And breathe for an hour
But our
Innocence is gone.

Bang a pail, rang a gong
That's the sound of something wrong.
But I can't go along,
No I can't join the throng.

Because I found my soul
And I now extoll
The virtues of a room that smells like a sneeze
And dust in the breeze
Doesn't compare.

So say a prayer, kiss my hair, and take me from here to there.
Tell me that I'm beyond what's fair.

So when your memories of me are all but rare
And I feed the grass and my soul soars onto the air,
You'll feel good about having known the girl with jazz in her skin
--take a sip, swirl the gin--
And remember once again
How it felt to begin
The ballad of a soul.