A Cashless Calculus

There is nothing that I cannot forget Neither the tides Never the shores Newer terrains Nether ashes There is a fever that I see ferocious Here is a blanket Here is a blank verse Here is a blister Here is a boulder There is a slogan that I see rising Urge to utterance United hopes United tribes Ultimate miseries It is, it is a mistake that is moist It is, it is a whisper that is whistling I am just a centipede waiting for the walls I am just a centipede lost in lusty sands I am just a centipede with null and void Let hundred hunters hang me down Let thousand thieves thrive upon me It is all a coinage, concocted calculus of cash and carry !