When Money Mediates

We laughed when they started
selling bottled water

but the people in Flint
are desperate, counting cents

to save their lead-infused
children from usury

the bankers deal. And I
assure you that the sky

is next, they’ll charge for air
–breathe if you have the fare.

Power-hungry nimble
fingers count the symbols

list a million reasons to
stand your ground is treason.

Debtors prison is real
and you are blind in line.

Only thing to over-
throw is this mapped system

—time and separation
should be foisted-stories

drive to obviate what’s
free. Prison-planet hate

slogging through poisoned soil
and billionaires unloyal

to their sisters, scrambling
to the top, they trample

these delicate flowers.
Desire sours and

this doesn’t end well.

A few buy and sell us.
On the other side of

nightmare, we gift inside
pure presence, the only

interest paid: sacred loan
of attention to wake

from this simple mistake.

What is real together
emerges wherever

we sit and see
this imaginary split.

The truth is we are one
we are one.

We have won when
we are one.

Inspired by Obviate, Money, Nimble and Desire.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

6 thoughts on “When Money Mediates”

  1. I have a sinking feeling that somewhere, someone is working on a plan to sell air. Or not air, but clean air. I hope one day we turn off the news and realize that we truly are one. Anyway, great job with this.

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