Numbers and water

Run it under cold water
Run it under hot
I wrote it as a child, “I refuse to be forgot.”
Say it rather simply or tie it up in knots
Count all of your quarters… what’s it cost to be the boss?
Numbers climbing… numbers lost.
Spending numbers counting thoughts.
Thoughts unwinding, telling lies, wind them up another time.
Like long braids… like ancestral karma and childhood pain
manifesting in ways you have to look at to claim.
To clean.
Water fiend.
Run it under cold, run it under hot,
a burn’s a burn but a remedy is not
so straight forward to a child who’s learning rules from elders
I want bouquets of flowers. I want what money’s not.
I wrote it as a child, “I refuse to be forgot.”

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