This is my soul.  I found it in a box in the attic.
No really, go ahead and take it out and look at it.
Don't be afraid.  You can't hurt it.
Go ahead, poke it.  Try dropping it. 
You can even throw it against the wall.
It's very resilient.

This is my soul.  It was in the linen closet.
Folded in the darkness.  I thought I might take it out.
Hang it on the curtain rod.
No - it won't bleach out in the sunlight.
And it won't block out the sun from the room.
It's very translucent.

This is my soul.  I found it in the bathroom, under the sink.
I washed it off and it looks pretty good.
I had to take an old toothbrush to the cracks.
But now it's really shiny and reflective.
I thought I'd set it on the coffee table.  On a platter.
It's quite decorative.

This is my soul.  At first I didn't even know I had it.
But one day it was just there. Like a weed.
Like the poppy flower that blooms in the back yard.
By the swingset where I don't mow for weeks.
A lovely pink pom with a shady opium past. 
It's quite astonishing.

KMEOM