Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN MEXICO, The Cancun Diaries, No. 48: EYE of Tomorrow.
In the EYE of TOMORROW that seals you zeal, your desperado, your last-minute deal; in the BLAZON EYE that succours-forth: Guilt, REGRETS...that Bitch?...REVENGE!, that last 30 Quid U invested on a Horse at the Track? That EYE, goddammit: WISH U owned Tomorrow-s Franchise in a BITCOIN HULK that-s meant to survive? Or on Political WINDS, that Market of Usurpers who Sell U back what U already OWN -then attach a TAX!? Is it the FOOL, the flaw of Tomorrow-s Eye that bleeds for a yearning, that Inherant-please-gimmie!, that inate-generic-TRUTH, the SPINE of our Evolution that lesser Mortals Sycthe, cutting U down to Servitude?...You FOLD at the LEAST self-Interest? ...GADZOOKS!!! There is NO cure. There is NO Sin. Just a picture, a SELFIE, by insidious Man-s Hands of the Trash-Can we are in. Meantime, can I sing U a silly song: The night is long that never finds the day?
c.2021. davedelacroix, cancun-mex.
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