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THE CURRENCY USED UNDER THE LIT STREAM

Speaking in the prayer language I put one word in front of me
And one behind. Above us at all times is a rushing sound
And a feeling of warmth and heaviness passing over our chests.
In the darkness here in a line it glows enough to see by.

I'm telling you this because I haven't heard from you for so long
I have to speak to you to remember what you sound like.
Gold lines our pockets and our jackets, and the pockets
Of the jackets. What we tender here are promises, though,

And what won't trade we often have to fight. You could do
Very well as a trader of lies and guesses, telling stories
To the beat of the teeming that surrounds us. You'll remember
Enough of me to know I mean this as a compliment.