Fine

Colloquially speaking,
It is just a case of a
'Wayward Spirit'
Which sounds,
When put like that,
Quite charming;
Sparky, don't you
Think? After all,
It's not like you
'Served up your soul'
On a silver platter,
Extending invisible
Grams forward in
A fine spun, porous,
Net-veined manner.
Lets not split hairs.
We are refined; both
Delicate - marked by
Subtlety of discernment
And even though
I cannot often follow
These fine distinctions
Between design
And the undevised,
My soul has always
Wandered wayward
Through transpicuous doors
And home: no silver platter,
Just a fine-tooth comb,
To serve.