The center of time
moved past quicker rhyme
glued itself to signs
right down the street
powers ripe just heat
run roughshod to beat
anything it meets;
a network elite
mass extinction tide
the bad override
won’t be denied
surface of the seas
tuned in to boom
each investor tomb
anyone’s room
is Wall Street’s last breeze.
27 November 2022
The Center of TIme (a poem)
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