TANTAMOUNT
I stumble
into the temple
past
the guards
and moneylenders
who appear
not to notice
my, how fruitful and prosperous
— a billion, trillion times fold
since
the time of Jesus
and there
in the inner sanctum
I behold a trinity
Pennywise, Baron
Harkonnen
and the hydra-
headed great
of Merkava
brooding on something
hatching their joint scheme
lucky, in fact,
our blessed fortune,
that all this
amounts to
all this
be tantamount to
is a
meaningless dream.
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