today the sky bled for balance
a deep hue of desire painted the west as stock markets, money markets fell about us
like snow, so forgotten in the heat of passion
we've lost track of ourselves--our humanity
put too much stock in this imaginary world
hedged our bets on the numbers before our screens
worked toward imaginary security
this nest egg will evaporate soon enough
fall away, like the rest of it, and leave us here alone
penniless, empty pockets, hungry stomachs
a life of need and only ourselves to fill this void
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