Chaotic loneliness of the crowd,
incomprehensibly moving
Through the streets of glittering tinsel
electric city,
Marked With a Hashtag #
"Money-goods-money".
Little money, a lot of money, whatever,
everywhere everything breathes money.
From their sight and smell
every quantum of space-time,
Every speck of dust turns into money.
And there is no place anywhere,
where there is no money and will not be.
We make money,
money does everything for us.
Money makes money,
to make money.
From this logic there is no and will never be
deliverance, for it is
None other than
the highest form of absurdity.
It travels from the past to the future,
from the present to the past,
There and back again,
breaking up into infinite ones
Here and now, always and everywhere.
as the indefatigable, irrepressible
And the ubiquitous wanderer.
Money. Reading Henry Miller
© Copyright: Абрамов Михаил 6, 2020
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