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It is mid-week again,
and the incremental fines
imposed upon the clock
toll as a bell ringing down.

There is slippage in these transactions
that cannot be undone,
while yesterdays glories
are traded for tomorrow's guilt.

The markets tick along
accumulating matter and wealth.
The traders eat it up
then spew it from their faces.

Traffic is turning corners down the way
avoiding vicissitudes and man-hole covers.
They flirt with fate
Like a time machine gone awry.

Some sad story on the news
is blinking back a gush of tears.
Some will live; some will die,
But all go hungry for a lie.

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