A different form of being
We are right now singing
Far off into the flower
Of our being
A bruised music staying
Blue, this Reagan machine
That we were, over-
Identifying with the world
Loving life like this were
Life, that is what is means
To be bruised, so we are
Decadent and blue
Like this earful until
We were an abiding music
That never can be love
Until we were the deep
Experiment of this music
Before technology was born
This weeping until we
Could understand its song
As a form of money
Like rap always was a form
Of money any form
Of music really isn’t.
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