On a shaky road in front of me
fear and hope have swung my knees.
They're asking my bones
to burn me out and make me breathe,
to feel the weight and sum of me
'til my body knows.
I've got the feeling
I've hit the ceiling.
A mine shaft that's closed
A man I know on printed leaf
lifted his heals, gave my relief
an answer in prose.
You run the town through five boroughs.
Then your body knows
you've run the town through five boroughs
and your body knows.
On a shaky road in front of me
fear and hope have swung my knees.
They're asking my bones
You run the town through five boroughs
then your body knows
You've got to use it
so you can make art and music.
You don't use it
so you can't make art and music.
You can make it.
You can, you can
I am full of blood.
I am full of of hints
I am full of love,
but I am full of lists
if I don't use it.

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