u wouldn’t no angels
walkin down town streets
you wouldn’t c m watchin
thru the sunlight on yr ceilins
wouldn’t recognize m
cultivatin happy feelings
ne’er perceivin
of the weavin
of their webs of light
in the night
wouldn’t c their faces n
the stones neath yr feet c u
block m out
with the food u eat
and
wouldn’t no daemons
if u saw m
ratlike
near the floor
by the door
looked at straightly
there no more
u wouldn’t c
tall light suckin
shadows on yr walls at night
if they were right
beside u wouldn’t no demons
in little machines an medium
sized machines an great big
machines of all sorts
u wouldn’t no jingling
change on the subway behind u
wouldn’t,
no
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