Money, that weightless thing. So invisible,
So undiscernible in value except maybe for the size
Of its note or the braille printed just before the edge
Meets invisible space. Money is so heavy, that fleeting thing
Constantly oppressive. More than its entire weight in gold.
Gold shines so that you can feel, taste, smell and pretend
It’s worth more than the collective weight of things
You have since let go to hold more money.
Jsolitaire Writing & Poetry 