The place is a mess people falling n swarming every which
the need to breathe again outright
frightfully lost for sight about to end up atop a ramshackle pile
for the entire ogle-eye world to stand on tipped -toes
watch them squirm to burn
away to wasted golddust
must Amount when amounting seems to have turned a blind
these million dozen eyes turn in wonderment – sink n swim ’til the float catches sight to finally return
Earned when earning it meant absolutely Everything
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