158–Your Face

i don’t want to think about
money how life has become
a series of stories with mammon
as its only theme how limited
my life in this dance of thought
constrained by too little of the illusion
today i hold my hands to yours
take the same boat the same oars
and gently row past this untruth
into the quiet water of your face
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