SYNTHESIS BLUES | Page 12

ears of a politician verses of power take from all of us who are we to question that? that is madness. compare me to a homeless, soulless thing. I am the letters to your words let me pull the A’s and B’s and let’s see how you control me then cover me with sand and sadness broken rocks and flowing soot chimneys sprout from the ears of a politician legal work? I am a system of money paper flows from my neurons blood pours from my transactions actions made of stone, 17