Money

 

feels, do you know how it feels
to be woken

by the beat of a tyrant’s drum?

feels, do you know how it feels
to be broken

 by the beat of relentless say so

mouth shut, stay low
even my dreams occupy the walls

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feels, do you know how it feels
to be shaken?

every day fear is fresh as the dew

feels, do you know how it feels
to be broken

 by the beat of relentless say so

mouth shut, stay low
even my dreams occupy the walls

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but now I’m swinging for

an aspirin, coffee

 paper, pen

the rope, the scope

 the sweep, the swing
aspirin, coffee, paper, pen

maybe today I’ll get up like

I’m going somewhere...

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when some kindness breaks

the silence and all of my dreams

bottleneck to the point 

see what’s flowing

from my burning heart,

all of my dreams

bottleneck to the point

something is gained, something is lost

something is gained, something is lost 

always we move on.
all of my dreams

bottleneck to the point.

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the arc of a poem is set to land
I’m a transatlantic kite flyer
they won’t lock me down