64: The soul is a belief system, which I have seen defaced, 
increasing its store through loss in time, grief and tv language. 
I hope you can let this go.. 

Time will come to take our love away leaving me breathing with no form;
no fear but structurally I’m consumed by so lofty a hypothetical force — 
I can’t go on without an interchange — an episode within your telegenics: 
When we walk together, it makes no language difference what we believe,
what the soul is. 

I’m just commenting having you, having no fear losing you. 
The soul’s inscription reads you’re my business.