Midnight, a hundred seconds to the clock.
What was once a grievance will remain always unresolved.
Midnight close to being unhinged.
Is life for a sentient being ordinary.
Something about the disparity fuels people to desire the extra ordinary.
But if you see through the eyes of the Menippean,
Global roulette of entourage ensues.
In Expanding mo ne ta ry
Fields and the Frontiers.
Where the slated theory of infinite supply and demand.
Still Bends towards value destruction
But even in our vast terrain
Our resources are finite but there’s no refrain
The labour of workers
Who submit their own mark
their impressions are not felt
By those privileged to receive their work
As we enclose on their independence
on their rights to
reap the fruits of their labour
We live in pursuit of the rational economic man
that human beings are motivated by self interest and a desire to expand upon their wealth
private property and patents emerge
And what ensues is the tragedy of the commons
GameStop shows that value of capital can be pupeteered
The banana sticky tape artwork , collecting 200, 000 USD in post modernist accolades
Frames that what is valued, even without worth is revered in the form of dollars
Every Stock Exchange
All the Liquidities
What has come of the beast?
And remnants of the salvaged
Breathe the fine print
Ponder the given philosophy
Not everything is linear
or towards a platonian arch
So Traipse amongst magistral prodigies
The manner machines bends to you seems
its sa tisfi ying clings
that well endows workers
with their next stint
But also well enamoured in
Imprinting upon your identity
also well subtly orchestrated
To inculcate the weight of your rights
The past echoes in the sphere of the now
And shattered remnants of a civilisation lingers, like glass that is discarded and its jagged edges over time becomes smoother at the bottom of the ocean
in polychromatic shades, these remnants can draw a kaleidoscope of variegated visions
and in that deafening void of the ancient voices
Speak to the ornamented voice of reason
Without the Menippean
We can’t make sense of the journey that we are taking