Consume nothing
for a fortnight,
longer if you dare
parade your wealth
with caution
for the Holy Ones know
what you squander
each night accounting
the coins and paper
bills you hold tight
until the steam rises
in your palms
releasing the truth
of what you must weave
and wattle
around the gardens
of your pride.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
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