The soul is a belief system
done in by grief and American English.
I hope you can let this go..

I’m breathing without a commodity or form; structurally I’m sustained by hypothetical force —
I can’t go on without an amble — an episode in telegenics.
When we walk together, it makes no language difference what we believe, what the soul is.

I’m just commenting.
The soul’s inscription read you’re my business.