I went out to buy contentment
and came home with bulls' testicles.
I went out to buy transcendence
and came back with a mobile phone.
The vileness of money
is that it turns stupidity of desire
into virtue.
I listen to time coughing and watch
the wolf in the Institute being
flayed to the bone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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