08 March 2023

Trust, Fog and Coin (the poem)

 

While the Earth is a coin spinning
in God we trust
through fog we must
persevere midst endless thinning

Day timing short, sharp themes
scaffolded planks for ranking themes
a gibbet’s meme, a bureaucrat’s prank

With fog we spin fabricating coin
corporations diced and juggled win
a good twilight, a good night joined

While minutes tick counting coin
through fog one picks which toc is true.

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