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.
11/27/22
The Center of TIme (a poem)
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