Money should now arrive
through consensus, trustless, to all parties.
The dog listens for thumping, links
of a chain, signs of ownership. Sovereignty is out, networking is in.
I am excited by the talk of tulips, mass delusion, buying
on the rebound.
When the siren sounds, she howls. Is it instinct?
And if so, for what? Mourning
and Melancholia argues the difference between grief
and narcissism is keeping the dead object
alive inside. Amoebas sometimes project false
feet, sometimes clone themselves.
“Watch it, Football head, “ said
Helga Pataki, despite her gum ball shrine, her closet diety,
alerting us to the disappointment of natural endowments,
the random and veiled and unreadable
the distributions of goods and talents.