Paul occupied
the downtown
business district
filling it with
arcane rules
no ordinary person
could understand.
See the sentences
take form
like chain-links
and bar
the entry or exit
from those tall buildings
and their dark
equations
maintaining
wealth.
The only way out
is nineteen-twenty-nine
through an open window
with a concrete
landscape below
ready to meet
the great crash
after the market
adjusts for the truth
of current conditions
and tumbles
when the tolerance
of greed breaks
and workers
march upward.
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