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Glassy Vortexes

Cryptic currency

By Rowan Finley Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

Portal mirrors

Material gear and grinning

Ration our fashion

So our threads don’t thin

Steer on into glassy vortex

But to choose the right one

Moment could never be finer

Grab my fingers

Too late to linger

Sign your name

Play the wildcard game

Adventure into the green

Rolling landscapes

With the trees

Where the money hangs low

Oh, those aren’t dollars

They’re pictures of famous people

Cash went extinct

Last decade

When we blinked

And thought we knew

A thing or two

About financial planning

Or IRAs

We served the wrong master

As currency left all the faster

Then the cost of style

Began to ever-pile

So should we stand here awhile?

Before we leap into the mortgage mirror

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About the Creator

Rowan Finley

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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    Written by Rowan Finley