The dollar calls from the direction of irony
where spirit, this time, attaches itself 
with blessings and Sunday ceremonies.

The voices of plenty shout from the other side,
dwelling in pages of countless books lined
on shelves dwindling to the horizon.

I live uncomfortably in the space of paradox,
between incongruity and enough, hoping
for the strength to simply abide.

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