I need the
Silence
A bit.

It's a good
Way to
See the fingers for once.

In the end,
That's all I am -

Right?

Fingers that listen to the rain
And nod to rain on my window
And the crying UFC behemoth
That ran out of testosterone and
My concept of wealth in America;

Of unity.

What separates us,
Is the dollar.

Solve that,

You solve the world.

In it
Rests the hours
Unearthed and
Move for what it is;

The purpose of action.

Memories then,
Without remorse,
And sad eye pharaohs
Whose logistics due not grant

Immortality.

That bet of action

However small,

Upon you or me or everyone -
Without remorse -

Does not grant

Eternity.