I Am No Scholar to Catch the Moon in My Teeth

A soul is a thing in the sense of a word.
A word is a thing in the sense of a sound.
A sound is a thing in the sense of a breath.
A breath is a thing in the sense of a life.
A life is a thing in the sense of a lie.
A lie is a thing in the sense of a soul.

Let those who are without souls
Make noises with their mouths.
Let those who have no words
Breathe as if they meant it
Although they could not mean it.
Let those who cannot breathe
Stand for the facts, fall for the truth,
For mere being. Let them be. Let them
Alone. Let those who've never lied confess
They have no soul. Not one.