Amplifier of my soul, you lie there before me
so passive, yet so promising.
My desk is enlivened with the paycheck I just
Bills of several denominations grace the cold
surface of this work area
that makes them possible. Bills that sing
to eyes that gaze and hands that run
over their surfaces in grateful passes.
Amplifier of my soul, what I am
becomes all the more pronounced when you
come into play, the best of my hopes
hoping to withstand the pettiest of my jealousies,
rather than survive.
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