beginning with a phrase by Rob Halpern...Value sings inside
The dead and
Sings its heart out
There is no laboring
Here just us human
Animals with heads
For holes the whole
Asshole unquieted
Into spring
Where it burgeons
We were purlieus
Pleading multitude
Bleeding/bleating
We are not The People
Included yet enclosed.
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