In time, the body is like the money
Every day, it is less
In reality, the money is like the body
Time to time, it is emptiness
Yet somehow we maintain the faith
For this emptiness to emerge, day to day
But when it is gripped
Then it has you
To reify into hardness,
To stand free of the towline
My friend, if we believe in this moment
Let’s brush away this dust
And see each other in our playful youth
Never always, and not always never
Image credit: Allegory of inflation during the Bakumatsu era (before 1868).
Primitive Joe 
