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
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