wealth

I am surrounded by a wealth, seduced by servants of selves, a cult of the fancy and luxury, all aware of each other but never knowing, concerned, recognized, welcomed but only judged. This society of numbers, counts it’s worth on the shallow surfaces of labels. A hallowed monument for a competitive position; these friends bite back, snarling and groveling over the next consumption. The god they serve is the mirror, the power received fiery statues of the flammable expense. Receiving only what one wants to insure, such a god is this! The gold veneer weighs heavily on ones knees, each step reduces the muscles to atrophy. Follow your will in this world of gods, purchase your fantasy and eat up your vanity; your world is flat and you are building bridges, live in your self and deny the other, justify your wealth never expose your cover.