A man of gold, yet poor in soul, Whose heart hath naught to grasp the whole. No love for art, no ear for song, Whose mind recoils from right and wrong. A golden tie, a stiff applause, He sat, bemused, without a cause. The songs of sorrow brushed his coat, He missed the point, he cleared his throat. Beside him, smiles for magazine, Not much was said, not much was seen. The ro...

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A Loan Man stands

Alone

Awkwardly in a conference room

Through corrugated glass slats

Cracks reveal stacks

of printer paper, standard size

Promising- so bright and white

And towering

Taller than he

Behind which he hides.

Sighs.

Closes his eyes.

Hand to forehead

Elbow to stack

A prayer recited: "Is it five o'clock yet?"

"Somewhere", he thinks

And ther...

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From the front of the conference room

He wraps us in a voice born of the pulpit

Buttery and gravelly and low

 

He floats down from the makeshift stage

Tells of the flying fish

Gives us magic sunglasses

So we can see through water

 

He's here to talk about new eyes

To see what under(lies)

 

He's selling a new language

In it, we write our morality on the wall

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PROLOGUE

A sharp stick

In rough hands

 

Searching plains

To make bodies temples

 

Over wood fires

Quietly smokes rise

 

To industry

(and thanking, we ate)

 

Today struggle becomes clammy fingertips

Yearning for

 

The slick touch

Of some ancient bones

That time had turned to sludge

 

But we're

Always seeking

Always making new temples

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