As money vanishes further and further
From the weighted – from gold, coffers –
And thins out into dust motes
And then air, disintegrating through the ether,
Skyscraper light, through
Glass flash-licks across
The plastic card’s intelligence
And sleek designed-in value,
I, a self-generated verbal pointillist,
Vanish into messages
Within white flashes,
Shape-shifting to process and dart
The messed bowels of an information jungle –
That space void of space.
Seas of memories suffer disappearance
With a click. Nothing is irreversible.