Paradise

Paradise

For some, vaulted destinies

are affections

won against heavy odds. 

Appreciation of their value requires proof

words begin to take shape

invisible particles

leaving the odour of money.

This becomes the weapon

they fearlessly evade

their fetters broken,

their wounds written

on rocks.

For others, those who have long approached

hostilities or faceless insincerities,

money is the oasis

that requires no explanation.

However, balanced hearts

never waste time

in propositions of value.

 

Their abacus moves with caution

so as to not awaken the snake sleeping

between their sheets.