The way to go is
to move on and on.
We sell ourselves,
we sell our souls
all the time
in marketplaces
where sins are exchanged,
dollar for dollar
peso for peso
or the currency
that comes close to complicity
duplicitous as monies are
as signs of our intentions
as presences of our motives
even when we talk of poems
we recite close to our hearing,
the words trembling with guilt
the lines mumbling with numbness.
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