THE DEW DROPS OF MONEY

A mighty leaf...
Female lambs grazing around...
Nibbling only when the time is right...
To make paper...
To make books...
To sell knowledge...
To sell sunlight and dirt...
Digested elements made firm by the coin...
Where the driver of the bus...
He picks up daily...
For the higher authority...
And without the immortal presence...
No eyes could ever hug those divine arches...
Of all holy buildings...
Ones containing blood and organs...
And bells in the shape of alarm clocks...
A slave to the grass...
The mother prepares one meal...
Feeding billions...
So they may snatch, beg, and borrow...
So they receive plates with golden rims...
And black coffee from ancient lands...
Hands washed to be filthied again...
His hair styled to leave an impression...
To make an attachment..
And preparing to feel pain...
Like distilled and fermented fruit remains...
Tearing through livers...
Tearing through wombs to give birth...
Baking is but a mere technique...
A fashion both bought and sold...
Remembering the day of banana leaves catching water...
But now towns are washed and owls are blind...


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A HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES

Cutting the mustache and beard often...
It grows back quickly...
Some hairs longer than others...
The razor is dedicated...
The user has a choice...
Votes must be taken...
Two parties with strong opposing views...
And the hues of a painter may change...
Linked only to the mood of that Great One...
Brighter or darker, or a mixed variety...
Water changes taste...
And taste, also, varies...
Tired and weary when doubts are held tight...
And bored only when actions are few...
The boatman, his day is filled with politics...
Watching nature...
Feeling wind...
Criticizing and analyzing life as law...
Once unwritten...
But a few notes to make reference...
And to abandon and pick up often...
Maintaining authenticity...
And a Mayor needed to take care of...
And support a city...
A businessman liberated from much corruption...
Bows will be taken in honor of real power...
Lifelong techniques of priests..
Acquired long ago from completed apprenticeships...
For now it is time to rebuild such a titanic...
No room for manic depression, as energy is channeled...
Up and down the river, playing with Fortuna...
Great God wants all to know themselves...
And represent themselves in this unbuilt mansion...
A kingdom not of this world...
May the Congress be seen inside of the cabinet...


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