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A Clean Existence

hip, play on me, not cool, but you
lay down the foundation, i am the house
car, rubber down on it, by way of it all
you feel the motor running, run it here

uprising, not to please, but who you are
it makes sense, like a beard and a suit
about whom, just want to believe; it
invisible, like my soul, i know it’s there

let the picture turn, the corner points
the hook knows it’s job, leave it alone
how many catch it, insight, to touch us
if there’s no pressure, it’s free, i know

high i, touched by supreme nerves
let me go, a handful of uncertainty
it’s only humility, an uneasy peace
but there is me, not better than you