Friday, August 19, 2011


Because money in each person
before the abyss

What you come from
Mother animal instinct
to be increasingly hidden

Against mind bitter in illusion
Against rich envy in garden sun

Still delicate pale silver
netting clings to veil
as submission to one nature
is remote labor fashioning
cloud of greater meaning

that your soul can use
while stuck in traffic caused
by endless delay

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