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40 Document B You helped construct a maze known as Put your money where your mouth is Though most mouths, they say, are too Unclean to taste money in its pure form Spraying out of the wells in apostrophe On our homes, its starlight concentrate Cool as the night it falls out of Vacuous sky, the unrecoverable Voice spraying awake the vital organs Money as battle hammer or salve Free of numerological trappings Extracted from paper and machinery As the ardor of brute chance, sensations Of movement without movement to sense The money in you that scratches your head When you crash into a wall you thought Was a door, sighing through keyholes Refracted in droplets of dense color Unfamiliar or forgotten familiar, reactions Of instants long ago, pleasures so deeply quick You’ve lost your way to how it made you -John Schertzer

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