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| By Richard Tornello © 2008 All rights reserved Quarks go up and quarks point down. You charm them with your eyes of brown. Fiscal atoms smashed, a sundered. Newtonian logic bent, de-rendered. There’s no event on any horizon None that I can participate. Before my eyes a virtual collapse, The total mass of my empty purse. Before my eyes and on the screen Witnessed, ghosts in my machine! Non-local financial transactions With instantaneous cash subtractions. Before my eyes, My bank account, Instantaneous, to a non zero amount. My card’s all empty. It’s all black. This ain’t a card that pays you back! It’s My walk’n talk’n Anti-matter phone call, Financial, black hole of a girl. Calls me most regularly. She’s My own financial singularity. THE END |
