Sole Trade

Purchase, the last one I’ll ever make,
For, I sold it all. I sold the self.
This time, the soul stands at stake.
Dust, the soul will shoulder on a shelf.

She, the collector never decides in haste.
I own now knowledge, but with my soul misplaced.
Don’t I hold a candle to him, the great Odin?
Yes, but no longer are questions mine to make.

I made it, I made my soul trade or was it my sole trade?