No Such Thing as Unchanged Value

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                  We might be a full & fluid cycle

     of goods backed by assessed illusions     Systems

cannot become unplayed but I’m tired of being told that now’s not a time for

dreaming   There exists a movement of desire   Small people

 hold hands in majesty aside the taller trunks Veterans from

the Battle of Utter Heartbreak paper the wish tree in daylight & dream in

the shade of the moon tree come sundown Whisper through

   your mouthpiece into a kidney flower      A solidarity is

 sometimes scored w/ fellow travelers lost or turned around

                                        It’s criminal

     to make-up a child’s face caked in old man wisdom

What’s there to know except that almost getting lost is really the ideal

Play the compass Carry a branch around everywhere The leaves

don’t have long to go so lend your mark on the movement of

movement & I will pass it on