On the Cheap

I. I answer to a name, am known, and am not ordinary. I myself am too perplexed by the joy, wonder, and beauty of the everyday-- within and without. This vista has an echo. And shadows play between us.

II. The city is surrounded. Trees and fields. A road swept by wind. Here they make an excellent sandwich. I can show you where. And offer you how I know.

III. Now never was and never will be. As fresh as lemons, it smells all the time. And questions are the fruit of our imagination—as fire is to wood, keeping us warm in the cold. Pride the glow of combustion.

IV. And all would be fine if it wasn’t for this game of uncle. This game of cash. The trust in scarcity. Investment based on the future, remembering rainy days. Only... not enough winners. Tisk, tisk. An elite is built on why. Can everybody win?

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