Food & Despair

The price of gold was

Being driven up by

Fear and collapse



Farmers being dispossessed

By crops with no viable seeds

And too many days without rain



The most crucial aspect was food

To populations on small islands

Developing their night prayers



However the day came when it all changed

First the shadows and then reincarnation

As fractal progeny in marvelous soup



Dancing to the sound of light we just might make it

Thought the pair throwing caution to the winds

Looking defiantly at infinity holding hands