If inflation is a thing, not a fad And your money buys less (unless you address the mess with finesse) If the dollar is declining and the monetary masterminds can’t correct the course Because the source is empty, and even expert overseers can’t fake physics If supply shortages sustain and credibility in currency collapses
It might be important.
If the debt is so high that you can say goodbye to the lie You think you’re getting paid back? You’re a fool The whole system is a tool to make you gruel and it’s cruel You have no choice and no voice until somebody shows you nine pages It’s up to you to figure it out, be reborn, see a unicorn
It might be hard.
If the system seems unstable and unable to provide for the providers Let alone the lonely workers whose livelihood is robbed like inverse robin hood All this madness which has been endlessly spun since 1971 If the end was in sight and there might be a light Would you recognize it?
It’s hard to believe that the solution to all this moral pollution might be a simple substitution Replacing billion trillion with 21 million and the end of Cantillon Letting the cards collapse from continuous and copious corner-cutting Laying a foundation capable of sustaining a society of sovereigns for centuries if not millenia
In touch with the source of things
I know who wrote the laws of physics
we rewrite them together every day
To walk on water is no great thing
I eat rainbows for breakfast
If I awake tomorrow
to three suns
and penguins climbing purple trees outside
If I sit by a life-sized grasshopper with antlers
and bathe in liquid uranium
before retiring between the 4th and 5th dimensions
It would be a day like every other
heart burning brightest
the deep red
fire burns through:
I burn through your reality and mine
tow long will you burn?
and how bright?
I melt you down to your essence
burning through “I can’t” to reveal “I won’t”
the shell crispens and falls off exposing your FEAR
to the intense HEAT
where your ACTION can allow it to rest in peace
what ARE you afraid of my deAR?
give it to the fire
(fire teaches us that sometimes we’re being a little too careful)
the fire watches you with
wild smiling eyes
as it dances onward upward
as it burns down
asking you “why?”
“just what makes you so sure?”
it giggles, chuckles at my sincerity
“Oh flame!” you-I cry
“How many perpetually perfect pieces of wood will you burn through with indifference?”
flashy grin “as many as you feed me”