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The shadow turns the rusted hinge
Dust coats cuffs stitched with my courage
Rain soaks my ID badge through and through
Head north—end marks a brand new surge
Convenience lamp clears blurry sight
Coins in pocket bear hard-won lines
Contacts hold companions side by side
Every door bears hopes I abide
Charge on charge on north wind leads my march
Gears lock gears to hoist up every star
(Trample wasteland far)
Sand in palms turns into paths afar
Before dawn bow to dreams reach for them hard
Hot numbers flicker in my note
Subway swallows weary hopeful throats
Stacked forms build cliffs I’ll climb afloat
Unread texts are crests that fuel my hope
Elevator carries twenty-four floors of chase
Glass walls catch all the morning’s golden grace
Washers rinse the faded weary days
Bills lay ground for bright coming days
Charge on charge on north wind leads my march
Gears lock gears to hoist up every star
(Ride the tide’s bright arch)
Tear up calendars of hollow empty marks
Dark nights pave roads to break my fenced dark
Mailbox keeps every letter of desire
Old cans store moonlight’s crystal fire
Auto replies greet each brand new dawn
Fingerprints carve growth on window lawn
Charge on charge on north wind leads my march
Gears lock gears to hoist up every star
(Burst through underground)
Clock polishes each tiny striving dust
Moonlight tempers prints where passion thrust
Prints trace every crack that leads to trust